poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)


I shiver when you touch me with your thoughts,
and scales fall like petals from my heart.
There is no time for all that’s gone before;
the future seems as distant as a star.
Then logic falls and worlds collapse to shades
of ancient tales that somehow stay unique
to you and me and now and here today.
Romance forever deadly, ever new;
I cannot fight, no longer want to flee.
Here is my life; there is no other way.


The first two lines of this came to me in response to a particular conversation – the rest is my romantic imagination.

Traces of children

It’s a sunny morning,
except under that duvet,
where a little hair and warmth
signify twelve-year-old life
asleep, still, and dreaming.

By the time I returned from the bathroom, he was gone.

Noises in the garden.

Later I found a magnetic banana stuck to the dishwasher.