it shines from some mysterious place
illuminating seagulls with calm.
Like tiny bright diamonds they glitter
iridescent like stars
in the cloudy blue.
is something like that. The dreams
that scar our dreams alive, the
breath that keeps humanity even
in a place of healing
air expands my chest, a heart
beating again through a courageous lift
reminiscent of paradise –
there is an opening into joy.
Homesick for her heart
in many years of pain.
Drifting in her toes
for a multitude of losses.
Elegantly fragile ankles
where all the shadows lie.
Pining for reality
pouring long held tears.
Time stood still
in limbs, eyes, ears
weaning for a miracle of truth
We’ve been missing all your lovely presences throughout the Winter season in Marylebone Library on Monday evenings. Where are you all? Come back to our group!
Or, if you’ve not yet been, you are very very welcome to join us.
We are a well established friendly creative writing group meeting every Monday evening at Marylebone Library from 6.30 to 8pm.
Come to listen or read or both. Oh, and we’re free!
See you soon!
Well, I didn’t go away very far, though I did move house just over 3 weeks ago! Just, I’ve only just now – literally 10 minutes ago – had my broadband installed. So now I can get this blog back in action again.