Time
When I was eight or nine
Mum and Dad gave me a watch.
It was small, with a black strap
and real numbers.
Time was made tangible by its touch.
Since I was eight or nine
I have been fascinated and repelled
by all notion of time, fixed and passing.
I will not be defined by mealtimes, deadlines or clock chimes: will not swing on the heavy pendulum
that marks each moment of a dying day.
My precious watch is tucked away, unwound.
And I dance between beats,
acknowledging respectfully
but untethered by Time.
Christmas Cake
Mix is mixed, cake tin fixed
Cake’s in the tin, heat on and in!
Ready for the marzipan, brushed with extra shiny jam
Icing rolled, clean and white
Rudolph with his nose so bright.
Our cake for Christmas is complete
With footprints from four snowy feet
A Christmas wish for goodness sake
All baked with joy in Christmas cake!
Merry Christmas Everyone! 🌲🎅
Christmas 2018
Political Christmas approaches
The stables are filled with the bray
Of animalistic impressionists
Who think they control us today.
But know in your heart it’s the small things –
The smiles we exchange in the street
The warmth of a hand on a cold day
A kindness, a cuddle, a treat –
It’s these things that fill up our stockings
And give us the strength to go on,
Let’s share out our loving this Christmas
And hurry glad tidings along.
