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Day 2 #NaPoWriMo2019

The rain fell swiftly this morning Does the rain wait for me? Can it tell the time? And this afternoon again it came Is someone up there gunning for me? To drench me at home time? Do the clouds hover,... Continue Reading →

To the Girl Before Me #OctPoWriMo2018 #7

You never breathed You never made it home Our parents gave me Your name So I feel that you Are always near A presence at my side To guide and protect You have no gravestone No marker here Other than... Continue Reading →

Country walk musings #NaPoWriMo2018 18

When will the sun learn to shine On the days I'm not working? When will people learn to keep The countryside free of their litter? What awful thing might happen If people took their rubbish home? Why does no one... Continue Reading →


Whilst never technically freed, Sally was permitted to leave Monticello after Jefferson's death, to live with her sons in Charlottesville, probably by Jefferson's daughter Martha Jefferson Randolph. Jefferson kept each of the six children as slaves until they came of age, at which point he freed them one by one.

#12 OctPoWriMo – Sestina

Love, Death and Hope "Here it is." No one ever says of death Instead we live in a blind world of hope Certain that we will never be left alone That our lives will be filled with eternal love Not... Continue Reading →

#OctPoWriMo #10 – ‘power’

POWER IS DANGEROUS Pride and prejudice Overwhelming force Wanton uncaring Exploited easily Ripe for corruption International relations Superpowers colluding Depths of despair Anger; rage against the 'man' No genuine care Greedy and grasping Enough is never enough Right out of... Continue Reading →

#OctPoWriMo #8 – How could I have known

Love Where you are Is where my heart lies I had no way of knowing My life would be filled with you My forever love My best friend You

#OctPoWriMo 1 – How did I get here?

Ireland, Britain; India too I travel back into the past Searching, always searching For another generation to tell a tale To find ancestry and knowledge too Many lives have been and passed To bring me to the here and now... Continue Reading →

The Empty Chalice

A new poem, work in progress

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