Sea Friend

The sea, hissing sibilantly,

wanted me to come in and play,

wrapping its foamy fingers

round my rubber boots, tugging.

“I’m not coming in today. You’re freezing.”

The seals were happy,

lying like furry mermaids on stone sofas,

exposing tummies to be tickled.

The dog otter, sleek and stream-line,

ate his shell-enclosed lunch,

discar...

Love is...

Love is putting your best friend to sleep

to end his suffering,

knowing that your suffering

is only just beginning...

Anonymous

Beautiful Mittens Christmas 2015

Pets come into our lives to teach us about love, they depart to teach us about loss. A new p...

Alone ~

drenched in water jewels,

emerging from stream cleansed

to face sun, Giver of Fire, Giver of Life,

offering praise unspoken

to the Great Spirit breathing through

greenness of green,

blueness of blue,

rockness of rocks,

inspired to listen ~

all in abeyanc...

Soma

I unfurl vast rolls of black velvet

scattered with silvering stars

shooting across midnight skies.

Soft winds blow music from the spheres

into tired eyes and ears

restoring peace and calm.

Perfume of flowers mist

from clouds of dew,

falling onto quiet earth

while spume of dark rivers

press your hands with softness of foam.

Honey-sweet drips onto your lips

as you...

Harebells by Vivi Steels

A report from the Royal Botanical Gardens from Kew has said an estimated 140,000, or 39.4%, of plants are under threat of disappearing. This is up 21% from 2016. There are also currently 723 medicinal plants facing extinction. Harebells, along with other Native species such as Chamomile, Juniper, Pennyroyal and wild asparagus are under threat. Harebells are one of my and my mother's favourite flowers and I pai...

Teddy was only with us for just over three months. Teddy was slim, more white than black, with amber eyes. He had very large ears, long legs and a long thin black tail. He was quite vocal with a soft, high-pitched squeak. He had a black patch over one eye. Although Teddy loved our gard...

Crater Life WW1

Listen.

Silence.

You know what it’s like when your Mother,

soft as rose petals, stops your aching ears

with warm cotton wool, don’t you?

The world stops talking.

Reverie:

I am lying in Green Ridge Meadow,

grass tickling my head,

staring at cotton wool clouds,

soft as sheep, sauntering by,

time dr...

Alter Echo (for Gary Moore)

Deep dark stage -

star-lights pinpoint mastery

of fret set with mother of pearl,

silver strings set with genius

reaching decibels of hard rock blues

played at frenetic pace,

soul in harmony with guitar,

voice in harmony with soul.

Face wet, shining livid,

sweat p...

REVIEW FOR NEW POETRY BOOK

*Bees, Seas, Birds and Trees* by Vivien Steels

Review by Patricia Beeton

“I have just rea...