Wanting to learn this place, this collection of houses and people and lives that I came to willingly, that I chose, open-eyed, and that seemed to even welcome us here with cherry blossom, with the heartbreathless green of new leaf after winter, after wandering lost, that welcomed us with the gentle faith of my own …
Freedom! (I won’t let you down)
(Or for those of you who prefer Fleetwood Mac to George Michael, how about “You can go your own way”?) I just had one of those writing experiences that is both scary and encouraging. A poem that I've been working on for ages just shook me off, gave itself a flap and opened out into …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 30 (and end!)
Imago A box, made of some dark wood with no scent, no discernible grain. Inlaid into the lid, a scene of welcome made from scales that shone like pearls in shallow water. A man and his daughter and a tree with arching limbs. Shall I tell you about angels? There was no latch, no lock, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 29
An Unusual Affection for Paperclips I am growing older, stiffer in knees and hips. How could I not admire the flexibility of paperclips? * Pleasure comes from simple things. Behold a child with a box of coloured paperclips! * Chaos is the final order, and settles among my things. I hold it at bay with bookmarks, …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 28
Mending You are sitting close to the light, intent on thread and needle and the lining of my good coat, trailing like a slipped wing. Outside, snow has started falling again. You taught me to sew. Strange craft for a husband perhaps, and you learned it young. Frowning, you deftly unpick what I had tacked …
A Dark Feathered Art 