Fire of Spring

She stands at the
star of the hill,
red hair curling
and unfurling
like a flag.

We quicken
to see her,
with foot, fur
and seedling

The nights
were deep,
we lost
countless things
in the dark.

Now she
crests the hill
red, fire.

So bright she is,
the darker stars
fade out
and the candles
in our hearts
flame again.

Dear readers, to those of you transitioning from winter to spring, may you find new fire for your dreams and schemes.

Fleeting Butterfly

Sunset gold
alights on a flower.

She flaps once
then opens
in soft triangle

I know how brief
this rest is –
does she?

she folds
into the air
in paper-thin

Once she is gone
I will see her again
in sunset’s gold

but our children –
they will never
such fire
on a wing.

I wrote this inspired by the Monarch Butterfly, a species under threat due to climate change, pesticides and logging of wintering grounds.

Many species are heading for extinction today and I wanted to capture the unique beauty of what may be lost from our world.

Gratitude to the Earth

She walks.

She walks through space which is lonely.

She walks, the only colors among black and white.


She walks around the sun,

turning gently,



She walks and

light shines in turn

on all of her lands, waters,

creatures, people.


She walks even if people

are choking her air

with carbon smog,

paving over green growth

and drilling down,

breaking apart her surface.


She walks and brings life

even to those

who seek to

destroy her.


She walks.

She walks constantly.

She walks and light shines

in turn

on all lands, waters,

creatures, and people

of the Earth.

Element Girls

Dear readers,

I have just published a book, Element Girls: The Lost Goddess. Four friends discover the powers of Fire, Water, Earth and Air in a quest that takes them to Hawaii, where legends come to life. This adventure is a girl-power, friendship and magic-driven story for preteens, young teens, and the teen-at-heart.

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Thank you for reading this far. Now, as is more usual on this blog, a poem- I’ve been reflecting on the water element.

Each love,
each sea turtle
strolling aquatic
his end of the Earth,

each drifting sea star,

open I hold
each love
with my own
star arms,

I welcome
all the vast
ocean into
my heart

so her secrets
and my secrets
bleed into
each other

and we become
the same
fluid love.


The Opposite of Fear

In fear
we wall up,
a tight-packed nut
or a fist.

While in grace
we open, a dancer
spreading her arms,
a bird in flight,

we become the cloud
shading a farmer
from hot sun

we rock a child
as if we were
the wind,
a lullaby

our fingers trace
feathered love
onto another’s

Fear tries
to stop us
from dying

but we can only
in the opposite
of fear

Guest Post – Poems by Arwen

The Scarf

The scarf that Nan wore

When she was dying –

Green, gold and sparkling,

Delicate tassels of silver,

Luminescent –

From whence did it come?


A thing she picked up

In the dementia home,

In her forgetting

(So we presume) –

Unless, on her deathbed,

It just manifested.


The only thing there is

To remember her with.

How can it be that she’s gone?

And yet,

If she were not,

It would make sense even less.

– Arwen, September 2017 (Cambridge)



They’re coming, coming,

One after another,

One follows the other,

Hastening, chastening –

The rain

Breaks up loss

Like candles at mass –

Hope in the dark;

When a bee is fallen

(The window never found)

It lies death still –

Like us as well.

– Arwen – July 1990 (Birmingham)

These poems are written by my friend Arwen. I feel honoured to share Arwen’s poems which I find so moving- these blazing insights are having their first blog outings.


Some words from the writer:


‘The scarf’ is written after my Nan died in late 2016.  I then recalled that I’d also written a poem when my Granddad (her husband) died, way back in 1990.  The poem ‘Loss’ is also recorded here, therefore, written on the day he died.’ – Arwen