Copper
Your crown of curls lack moisture, essential oils.
Trimmed, layered on top and sides,
thinning but holding on.
Bronze highlights as the clouds gape,
lingering on dry furls.
A crispy crest, shivering, falling
crinkly towards the ground.
Tag: Writing our way home
Confusion is the Child of Assumption
I don’t usually say this but for once if anyone has any feedback I would really appreciate it 😉
Confusion is the child of assumption
Stalk me and question
Ask if I have no shame
Is there nothing sacred
Nothing to be withheld
In this virtual world
Ask if I have no shame
When I share and bare my spirit
I have none I am raw
I have no need to conceal
I am more than half way healed
Ask if I have no shame
And then project your own
Ignore the tribute made
Do I have to shout it loud
To save the virtual stalk
No shame in fact I’m proud
For navigating a wonky journey
So often on my own
Fulfilling a role too early
But now well prepared and grown
Save your stalking energy
For shame unbinding threads
That never served you honestly
Just blanked it from your head
Where still it festers now
January Small Stones # 31
I’ve always hated endings. Way back in time when I left school, I hated saying goodbye to teachers, other girls, even the building. If I see people in films parting, I cry, if I have to leave even a job that I hate, I still get upset. When I have to say goodbye to friends I make on holiday around the world, I cry.
As a therapist, I build intense, often long, relationships where my clients share their deepest untold secrets; hopefully they heal and are strong enough to continue their paths without me. This is a wonderful milestone that is tinged with sadness for them, to leave their ‘mummy’ and go it alone, but they are surprised that I should have a tear as well.
So here I am at stone 31 feeling sad because it’s finished. I’m very pleased with myself, I didn’t think I would make every day and several times thought I would just skip a day, no-one would know – except me of course. So I held on and found something to say or a photo to take. I haven’t taken it as seriously as some, I’ve mucked about and had a laugh, maybe not been as ‘mindful’ as intended and reprimanded myself for that, now that I am good at!
I’ve met some lovely people, received warm loving comments and read some superb writing this month and I really will take part again. Meanwhile, thank you to all involved with January Small Stones, Writing Our Way Home, and a big fat brave, GOODBYE until next time.
January Small Stones # 30
The penultimate stone
Now what shall it be?
I thought about mademoiselle pussy cat
but she’s evading me
I twice walked past the hedge today
or where it used to be
it’s now a deep and flooded ditch
that makes my chest go tight
my very first stone of January
was the seed of old mans beard
now blown and vanished in the night
for you I snapped daffodowndillies
and graceful silver birch trees
I wrote of my own red nose
beckoning wide blue estuaries
baked Camembert for tea
I’ve dropped you down in India
shown you a rainbow with two ends
and I’ve swept away bad spirits
to make you smile my friends
so now there’s just tomorrow
and then what shall I do
maybe stick around for February
casting nuggets for you!
January Small Stones # 29
Nesting
Canopies of trees have burst their buds.
testing, is it time to blossom?
to herald the coming green?
listen . . . no barren avenues today
the air orchestrated with birdsong.
blackbirds call from the horse chestnut roof
wives chime replies from birch spires.
a lilting debate about whether it’s time.
whether it’s the weather yet
or the risk of a frozen February mist.
begin early, there may be three nest-full’s
hatching this year. three full nests?
that’s an awful lot of work
but a full of bounty of worm, who can resist?
My lovely friend Isadora, a talented poet http://insidethemindofisadora.wordpress.com/
suggested that I submit this poem here http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/
January Small Stones # 28
I went to walk in Danes wood today hoping to see snowdrops. There were a few along the lane from Poltimore to Killerton but none in the woods. Disappointing, but never mind, I’ve found a photo from a couple of years ago.
Determined not to get too snowdrop depressed, this is what I took home instead.
I know. But I didn’t promise to be rational did I???
January Small Stones # 25
Watching the comings and goings in the main concourse of a very busy hospital today I am reminded of how lucky I am to be blessed with good health. I have spoken to many people in various stages of unwellness, from elderly ladies who couldn’t see where I asked them to sign, because they had had drops in their eyes, to teenagers having cancer treatment. Many people arrive for pre-op assessment for next weeks hip replacements, cardiology and out patients clinics for undiagnosed ailments, most are smiling, but a few just look lost or confused. What touched me most today though was seeing a young girl sitting alone in a corner, her eyes full of tears, as if she carried the whole world on her tender shoulders. I wonder what could be wrong and who is helping?
January Small Stone # 24
Do you remember the TV ad where the whole office stops, opens a can of diet coke, and sits back to watch the window cleaner at work? If you remember, then you may have just had an involuntary shudder. Well today my colleague and I had such an event, only it was a ginger nut break rather than a DC break!
There was a problem with the light over my desk so Estates were notified and an electrician, complete with a new fluorescent tube and a tool duly arrived. Oh my! Tall, black silky hair and with a Latin look, he stood beside me surveying the light fitting and much as I wanted to sit tight I was in his way, so I stood back with Viv and watched. He stretched upwards, revealing a sliver of taut, olive tummy and I had to grab a biscuit to stop myself looking silly with my slack jaw. He may have said a few words but I didn’t hear him, I was too busy planning how to ‘accidently’ trash the light to get him back tomorrow.
January Small Stones # 23
Just a few small stones (very tongue in cheek) I noticed in the staff kitchen today!
and saving the best til last!
January Small Stones # 22
I woke up today feeling my usual upbeat, happy self but after awhile some gloom began to creep in. I started to think about some of the big challenges ahead this year. So this afternoon I walked the dogs in the park, chilly, but I was hatted and gloved and it was full of colour. These are some of the things I saw.
I’m not even going to bother telling you what caused my early morning wallow, I’m sure that somehow it will be okay and these little bursts of cheer have helped me to put my normal, positive head back on!
Lucid Gypsy 