Monday, 31 January 2011


Sunlight presses through the window; my numb body stirs to life.

The Summerhouse

A peacock butterfly sleeps on the wall of my summerhouse;
Eyes watch me on folded wings.


Slow, unfurling;
A chance for my mind to wander amongst the flowerbeds.


The gnarled trunk of the Scots Pine gives an anchor to my scattered life.

Garden Birdwatch,

I wait
behind glass
for winged messengers to appear.


A gap beneath the fence - the gateway to another world.

Back Garden at Night

I tip my head back;
I am swallowed up by the night sky.

Garden Fence

The scarlet breast
of a Robin
the heart.

Thursday, 20 January 2011


An aeroplane drones and I drift back to childhood: the smell of mown grass, the thump of a ball on tarmac, egg yolk trickling down my chin.

Sunday, 16 January 2011

Thursday, 13 January 2011


Black trainers dangling from a tree. What strange totem is this?


A pewter sky
Over the Downs,
I walk onwards through
A web of mist.

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

Sunday, 9 January 2011


Bulbs uncovered in an old shed bring the promise of spring.

Empty House

Beyond the cracked plaster and the gaping roof, there is a heartbeat.

Friday, 7 January 2011

Thursday, 6 January 2011

Wednesday, 5 January 2011


Streetlights. The road transformed into theatre. Where is the heroine?

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Monday, 3 January 2011


The kitchen huddles around candlelight.
The garden retreats.