winter solstice

the sun stands still

as solstice stones,

ancient light

on sacred bones -

time again

to turn within,

watch the cycle

now begin

Spirit of the Well

 Spirit of the Well

Where Hawthorn trees are tied with rags,

you’ll find an ancient well.

I reside deep inside –

keeper of the spell.

Bring your sickly infants,

whisper prayers, gently kneel.

Bless them with my water,

I will cool, cleanse, heal.

Circle me in silence,

take the children, be away.

Spread the word, let it be heard –

I live again, this day.

Miss Bouquet’s End of Year Class Comments

Miss Bouquet’s End of Year Class Comments

Lily: Somewhat sombre. Rarely smiles.

Blossom: Flighty. Scatty. Can’t sit still.

Heather: Rugged outdoors type. A survivor.

Poppy: Respectful. Excellent memory. A great

example to others. 

Holly: Difficult to handle. Prickly.

Ivy: Takes over. Always where she shouldn’t be. 

Daisy: A daydreamer. Stares out of the window all day.  

Lavender: Bit of a purple patch this year.

Palmela: Thinks she’s something she’s not.

Jean Genies

Jean Genies

It certainly seems

that wiry teens

from Milton Keynes

love Skinny jeans.  

In old Duluth

the streetwise youth

might seem uncouth –

they keep ‘em Loose!

Whilst up in Ayr

the hippies there

will only wear

the classic Flare.

But if you go

to Tupelo

the Superlow

put on a show!

In Montreal…

they wear ‘em all!

ADVENTure

ADVENTure

1 2 3 4

prising open

every door.

5 6 7 8

need to eat them

cannot wait.

9 10 11 12

foil rustle,

fingers delve.

13 14 15 16

I’m the Christmas

chocolate queen!

17 18 19 20 

keep on eating

‘til it’s empty.

21 22 23 24   

guilty feeling.

Stomach sore…

Voice of Experience

Voice of Experience

For all you ‘next time, darling’ dads

and ‘next time, darling’ mums,

don’t expect to keep respect if

‘next time’ never comes.

Ghost Bike

the bike that's chained to the railings
was left here last December, 
nobody ever rides it - 
it's there so we remember

Yew Tree

I've been reading about the association between Pagans and Yew trees (amongst others). Interesting stuff!!

Yew Tree 

I planted it 
the night you left, 
gathered soil 
sticky
wet
in both my hands 
to form a mound,
pushed the seed 

gently

down.
Eventually
it sprouted,
grew
towards the light.
This tree is
Yew.

Different Eyes

Different Eyes

They see:

Snowmen. Snowball fights. Sledging.

I see:

Fragility. Beauty. Uniqueness in every flake.

They see:

Something to climb. Goalposts.

I see:

Silent storytellers. Gentle guardian sway.

They see:

Puddles. Wet play. Boredom.

I see:

Life.

I feel the call of something I can’t explain.

They think I’m different.

They’re right.  

But I belong to something.