Sunlight

happy family portrait having fun (Photo credit: Luxt Design)

brings out the laughter

which this grey day

 

kept hidden.

It is a sound

 

deadened by rain

and the winter

 

I’d almost forgotten,

something pecked away.

 

 

Today, I’ve been surprised by sunshine, and the chance to get out in it too. A much needed break in a rather grey day, emotionally speaking.

Horses

English: Heavy horses at Necton These meadows are just on the outskirts of the village, a lovely autumn country scene. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The horses returned

just when we thought

they wouldn’t:

 

galloping hooves

sparked light,

startling butterflies

 

and flashes of green

from the waiting earth.

They dance

 

in the sun,

framed by sky

and autumn glow.

 

 

The field behind our house sometimes plays host to a few horses, usually in the spring and autumn. It’s lovely to have them back there recently.

Desk-bound

English: Original Northgate OmniKey 102 keyboard (3248px wide) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The brush and shuffle

of the working day

 

dance around me

as I sit and sway

 

my fingers to the sound

of the keyboard’s call

 

to make something of nothing

or nothing at all.

 

 

Because it’s Monday. Enough said.

Like chocolate

Poetry is like chocolate

because it’s mellow, mystical,

and melts on the tongue

 

not to mention scented,

sultry, sweet

and never unsung.

 

Chocolate tasting selection (Photo credit: waldopepper)

Chocolate: because it’s just perfect …

Returning

Returning from Harvest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The silence has wrapped me

so long that I forgot

how to make words

dance in the sky

 

and all I’m left with

is the certain faith

that once I knew

how to fly.

 

I’ve not written any poetry for quite a while, so I thought I’d try to give it a go again.

October (with thanks to T.S. Eliot)

October (Photo credit: rachel a. k.)

You were wrong,

my poetic friend, because

October is the cruellest month, burying

dead leaves in dead soil, mixing

grief and longing, stirring

dying flowers with autumn rain.

 

It leaves me mourning

a distant summer, as I watch

the brief, hot green of hope

drift, unrealised in time,

through soft grasses

and towards the winter plain.

 

I always find October a very difficult month, as it makes me feel very sad. The slow loss of light strikes me hard, as it does many others.

Written

International Students’ Orientation 2013 (Photo credit: Birkbeck Media Services Centre)

You write your meaning
in golden ink

shaping letters
to make the lines

dance an unheard song
across naked space

so I wonder
at the silence

that surrounds you
which infiltrates

my own faint blood,
an echo of lace.

 

I wrote this poem, inspired by one of our international students who noted down an appointment in her paper diary when I organised it for her – instead of using the phone as 99% of our students do. I found it very soothing indeed!