You taught me
It was fine to dance alone
push back the terrors
explore my inner minx
dig deep to excavate buried joys
permit the lightest fingertip trickles
on sun kissed skin
trace the nape, slip hips, tap heels
in sync to heart stopping beats
sing, dream, let go.
Continue reading “Shiny Side Out”
Somebody must look for rainbows
under leaden skies –
work furloughed, playgrounds empty,
plans cancelled, there’s no excuse.
We’ve read, drew and danced
cooked and home-schooled
played on the iPad
streamed and then…
Continue reading “Somebody Must”
The clerics stood
commanding, demanding, unending
the old walls stood
supporting, surrounding, upstanding.
The lonely figure stood
courageously, stoically, outrageously
with pride and honour and defiance.
Continue reading “The Longest Day of the Year”
Here it is…
A finger on the pause button
– A figurative spoke in the wheel
Our lives on hold
Whilst we await release
Continue reading “Standing Still”
This is not a love song, a love poem or a love note
It is a list;
a way to organise things inside my head
I do insist we never kissed
Or saw each other naked
Or made dinner together
Or watched nights break across days
None of the above
Continue reading “The List”
The other day I was sitting
and I said to the wife
We are all now starting
a different life
The Chinese or a Bat
who ever’s to blame
Between you and me
it all is the same
Continue reading “Do Things a bit Different”
Ancestors of myth yet unmade,
Dreamers, & the children of dreamers
Continue reading “Ghosts”
As some of you may or may not know, I have recently self-published my second book of a trilogy ‘The Blossom or The Bole’. Book 1 was a huge success in 2017, so with encouragement of the amazing reviews from my readers and my fellow writers I embarked on writing Book 2 in 2018.
I had often heard of writers block but had never experienced it until I quite literally lost the plot halfway through. I was on the brink of giving up altogether.
Continue reading “Friendships”
Her pen poised over the card. Did people send these any more? What about Snapchat or Tick Tock whatever that was? She doubted he was on those.
She just wanted a connection. In lockdown she felt adrift, lost amid a sea of people in trapped in tiny houses, thrown this way and that on a never-ending tsunami. When the children left, they had been so busy, him commuting to the city, her with her all-consuming job. Having such a big house didn’t help. She thought of the early years struggle to pay the mortgage, for what? Lots of space now to keep apart in.
Continue reading “Valentines”
For me, one of the few positives of the first lockdown was that it provided the time and space for creativity. The novel I had been working on for the past few years, including a high level of research, was now at the critical point of completion – the final draft with editing and completion of the illustrations. Now there was nowhere to go and no excuses left. It was time to finish the novel and self-publish.
The Lost Garden of Garraiblagh is the story of a garden, interwoven with the stories of the people connected to it. It is a love story, reaching from Victorian times in and around Belfast through to the present day in Northern Ireland.
Continue reading “The Lost Garden of Garraiblagh”