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Poetry Writing

In the end

In the end,
will we be grateful
for the birdsong,
the lie-ins and
early nights?

The sense that
we are not individuals
but a society of
carers, lovers
and quiz champions

wrapped up in
the glory of another
frozen pizza.
Deliveroo and
dancing, badly,

shared with your
world of three
hundred fans,
friends and family.
Don’t forget to tag me-

I’ve forgotten
another birthday,
forgive me.
We’ll catch up
for real, soon.

I can picture
bluebells and
the aching arms
of the cherry
blossom trees,

soaked in sunlight,
waving over the
hospital walls
to nurses in
sapphire uniforms.

I hear music;
voices united in song
and read headlines
that give people
hope.

Another record,
it’s a record
for the oldest
number one.
Happy birthday Tom.

Happy birthday Mum,
I hope the flowers
arrived, boxed
and bright and
blooming.

I’ll see you soon,
‘We’ll Meet Again’
in a new world,
one with
clearer air

and a brighter sky.
Do you really
need to fly
and shop
and buy

or can it wait,
can you
slow
right
down

and be grateful
for the blossoms
and the birds
and the lie-ins
and just stop

to think that
in the end,
aren’t we all so
lucky to have
lived?

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Poetry

A non-believer kneels at the altar in silent devotion

A non-believer kneels at the altar in silent devotion.
Head bent and hands folded, she waits,
Patient and resolute.

In this hollow space, music flows through the air–
A celestial sound, divine and perfect.
One hundred pairs of eyes on you, and mine.

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Poetry

Sequoia

I stand among the giant redwood trees
and marvel at their sentience.
Older than America, forefathers and
Mother Earth. Fragrance permeating
the air – bark and laurel, like bay.

He brought the woods to me, this
unexpected guest. I hold my breath.
Shaded skull on skin, silk and velvet
rose petals falling towards the
earth. We exist on borrowed time.

I dive deep into the Pacific Ocean,
cerulean, cerebral, still
hold my gaze. Through your lens
what do you see? I tell you I have
never been in love, never

Before felt the sunlight that bursts
between the sequoias after heavy rainfall.
Still, I let it in. This light can bridge
five thousand miles.
Here is where
I left my heart.