Pembroke Castle

We stood in the rain that day, belting down,
wind gusting, buffeting us close.
Two sisters, our bellies full,
and half full with child:
gortex coats stretching, but not closing,
hoods drawn down, peaks dripping.
Mum, inappropriately dressed, as usual,
in fluffy white jacket with sparkles,
wool hat, no waterproof, no wellies.
Pop, flat cap topped, three-fleeced-zipped-in,
wrapped for the mountains again.

We stood in the rain that day,
huddled together:
not just for the photograph,
but for the fun of it, the warmth of it,
the great big silly grin of it,
high on the ramparts in a force six gale.

 

Memories of a family day out, recalled from a photograph.

poem for seren books christmas card

I submitted to Seren books the verse below for their Christmas card competition – I didn’t win but…

Reunited

Here we are once more, our bodies remember
the bends and hollows of each other,
wrapped against the winter’s chill,
nestled.

Your confident heart
reverberates my slight frame.
My hesitant heart
quickens with your steadiness.
They beat their dance, a knowing tune
a rhythm of remembrance
young and light
once more.