Beltane Maid

Though I’m a maid

of many years,

I wear a carefree crown.


I dance among

the Hawthorn blooms

on hills and dales and downs.


Seasons pass,

warm summer melts

the winter in my bones.


My wedding ring’s

a Hawthorn crown,

the ancient land,

my home.

I let you go

I let you go

as ash falls away and

your Phoenix wings spread

in the colours of fire.


I let you go

as you taste smokeless

air as you dance,

curl, somersault

in the breeze.


I let you go

to beat your wings

to the drum of the Earth,

to swoop low

and hear

the rhythm of the trees.


I let you go

to watch your

reflection soar,

to gaze in the still

lake and

know your flames.


I let you go,

and then,

that day you come back,

I will open,


the hearth to your fire.

What the birds sing

Humans turn

the wheel,

the grind,

for money,

for status,

and then


there are those who feed the birds.


For every computer-slave

asked to do more,

hunched and typing,

output only,


there is a yogi

unbending bends,

softening shoulders,

connecting us with breath.


This morning,

thousands of birds sang

prayers to the sun.


Those who fed them heard

their names sung out

in celebration.

Guest Poet – Plant Empath

She knows how insects feel;

“Companion plants” (not weeds)-

They are welcome.

Trees are the ultimate creation:

Bold and firm, yet flowing high up

Their branches in the wind;

And talking with their neighbours

Low down in the rhizomes;

The “plant empath” talks back. She climbs

for like all of us

She is just a monkey-type mammal.

“Anything that happens

To us is meaningful.

Anything the birds do is for play.

Our guts recognise the 10,000 year old grains.

The seeds are alive!”

“Plant Empath” is written by the perceptive and talented Arwen.

Winter’s End

It was a white morning,

a wintery morning.


Trees held their breath

and birds cawed,”survival, survival.”


I went out wrapped in layers of soft

against the brittle air throwing

stinging kisses against my face.


The sky was white and grey

like angry pearls.


And then – daffodil leaves,

green buds, strong,

pushing out through

the white layer of snow.


The daffodil bloomed in my mind,

the yellow opening, the promise of sun …


in that moment,

the brittle morning broke.

Snow White

They say she had

lips as red

as roses,


to speak with life

to speak with love

to speak with a full, red heart,


eyes as bright

as stars,


to see the light

to shine the light

to connect earth and sky,


hair as dark

as ravens,


to fly above

to soar through night

to love the black river,


and skin as white

as snow,


to remind us of

the strength

of the rose.

Midnight Garden

I’m in the wood now,

by the moon mirror,

the still, black pond.

No leaves sway

on sentinel trees

this warm, windless night.

Jasmine scents,

a sleeping swan

the same colour as the moon,

her head tucked

under feathers.

I am the only one moving.

I shift upon a flat rock,

my fingers brush a fern.

I come here to be

nobody,

a swan, the moon, a feather.

I would stay forever.

Soon I will hear the cries

of the other world,

the changing world,

and I will go back to

soothe, inspire, mother.

Until then, I rest

out of time.

Hope

Hope is the fire

that shines brightest

in blackness.

A candle

twisting out

flames,

a burning eye

in the sky,

a star calling

your name.

You will know hope

best when she

is the only light

you see.

Find her

and follow her,

she will lead

you free

from the blackest

night of

clinging despair.

Don’t forget

her light

when

you are there.

Clarissa, a magical tale for 9 – 12 yr olds

Other than poetry, I write children’s books. I had some good news in Nov 2020 – my newest book Clarissa was published by Handersen Publishing. Today and tomorrow, it is free for kindle on Amazon.

Free for Kindle on Amazon 9 and 10 Jan 2021

A book for young readers, Clarissa explores the magic of nature. With the help of two wise friends, a fire spirit and an oak tree, young Clarissa learns to find her voice and speak her truth.

“A delightful, fantastical tale of how oak trees and humans can be friends” – Dr. James Canton, professor of Wild Writing

Clarissa is free for Kindle today and tomorrow. Paperbacks can be purchased from Amazon or directly from me. Buy it on my author website and I will sign and send.

And, yes the book starts with a poem.