The beach ball

The rainbow striped beach ball,

Suddenly free from the

Dusty garage, is kicked

Playfully by the breeze.
Round the garden he rolls.
Tumbling over the lawn,
Kissing the daffodils,
Bumping over decking.
Smiling at the sun.
But he misses the child.
He remembers how they
Played, last year at the beach.
The child and he.
“Where is the child?” He asks.
“Inside, watching TV.”
Replies his friend the breeze.
“Ok  I will wait for her here.”
“You don’t need her.” Says breeze.
“But I like her.” He smiles.
The breeze sends him soaring
Into a tree. He falls
Out, bouncing merrily.
“I am ready for the child.
Whenever she needs me.”
Ball and breeze for poem drawing

This Mother’s Day

This Mother’s Day is

our first and last together.

Kicking my belly, so full of life,

You look perfect on the outside.
You’ll never walk,

Never learn to talk,

Not have a first day at school.

You won’t open Christmas presents,

Scrunching the crinkly paper in your little fists

and hiding in a box.

You won’t enjoy cake on your birthday,

Sing nursery rhymes,

Or have friends round to play.
But your life is full of meaning:

Bursting at the seams.

A lifetimes’ memories squeezed

Into a too-short time.

You won’t know fear,

Nor be lonely,

Never be forgotten.
I want you to know

That you are loved.

Our beautiful baby son.

I’m so grateful to be your Mum.

2019

 

The sea

It booms
It crashes
The spray flies far.
It summons its power
And rises again.
It booms
It crashes
The spray soaks the sand.
Slowly, with determination,
It wears away the land.
Great boulders turned to shingle.
Cliff tops collapse into the waves.
Railway lines are washed away
By its force, its power.
Day and night,
it never stops.
Never ages.
Never tires.

Nations rise up,
But can never defeat
The sea.

The hunter of the air

His wings stretch far,

Skimming the sun’s rays

As he searches for prey.

Majestically he glides

On currents of warm air,

While those far below

Are transfixed by his stare.

Suddenly, he spots his prey.

Down, down he swoops,

Frighteningly fast,

Lest it make its escape.

 

It never had a chance

Against a bird of such power.

His food is swallowed whole

In a flurry of feathers and claws.

All beware the hunter of the air.

 

“Oi! That’s my chip!

Get lost you stupid gull!”

 

National writing day

It’s national writing day today. So, stop making excuses and sit down and write for 5 minutes. Write about anything. See what appears. ☺

I am too tired to write anything sensible today,  so I just wrote some silly poems.

I have a headache

And should go to bed

But I am writing

Instead.

The NHS turns 70 soon. If is was a person, who would it be? A lady, naturally grey. Wrinkled. Matronly, but steeley underneath. Loves like a grandma but fights for her family like a ninja queen.

I press letters on my phone

And hope that a poem will appear.

It doesn’t.

I blame brexit.

Mr Bumblebee

Look at Mr Bumblebee,
He’s such a handsome fellow.
So proud and smart and stripy:
Ventablack and fire yellow.
A distinctly busy chap,
Always working, never stops.
He has an internal map,
Which means he never gets lost.
See him flying everywhere,
Doing an important job.
Never resting on a chair,
No-one could call him a slob.
With the arrival of spring,
He works overtime all day.
Tirelessly on the wing,
No time to enjoy his pay.
Dear Mr Bumblebee,
You have earned a little rest.
Sit with me and drink honey,
Taste the fruits of your success.
Mr Bumblebee drawing

But for now, just sleep.

Slowly, I open the door.

Quietly, I walk in.

Flat out on your back

And arms spread wide like a hug,

You sleep.

 

Gently, your breath,

In and out,

In and out,

Fills my heart.

 

Too soon, the day will start.

Rushing around,

Getting ready for school,

Hurrying out the house.

But for now, just sleep.

 

Golden hair cascades in waves

Over the pillow.

Eyelids flicker ceaselessly.

Of what do you dream?

 

You do not know that I am here.

You do not know how grateful I am

To be so.

Soon the day will begin.

But for now, my beautiful girl,

Just sleep.

 

Softly you breathe,

In and out,

In and out.

And every breath sounds like

Hope.