granny

Now you are here dear daughter
I remember my granny
your great granny even more.
Summer time
her hamlet cottage
souls forged by
feathery grass fields
tree dangle caterpillars
tiptoe stream
and encyclopaedia. 

Lipstick and powder puff
exotic treasures rummaged.
Clayderman ivories on tape.
Tomatoes and peppers
Saharan heat greenhouse.
Baked treats, still warm
in secret tin consumed.


Inspired by mothers day

moonlight

The moonlight streams in
once again enticing me
to places not yet seen.
Conjuring adventures on far off lands
in corners it’s delicate rays conceal.

The moonlight draws me in
hypnotically
like a spider to its web
through delicate whisps
of steel strength.

Not this time moonlight.
Your promise shall not to be fulfilled.
My adventure is here.
Not by candlelight, nor starry breeze
But by the warm glow of my babies’ nightlights.

Inspired by : a full moon

friends

I’m feeling a bit disheveled again
as I slop onto the bright white sofa.
Cushions arranged
Table polished
And bite size treats baked.

Effortless calm
around me
friends from long ago
still connected by years
of tapestry.

Maybe I should
have brushed, washed
and dressed myself
a bit more carefully.

Surrendered love
around me.
Not for show
Not everyday
Not just the good parts.
But come as you are
nice to see
and sew another stitch.

Inspired by AE and a catch up