Tuesday, November 19, 2019



Be my Sunday morning
Awaken to the joy
Of hot chocolate and croissants
In a crumpled bed

Be my Sunday morning
A quiet easy stroll
Along the streets of adulthood
Under green plane trees

Be my Sunday morning
With the afternoon ahead
Nothing to do but read a book
Our cat upon my knee

Be my Sunday evening
As tiredness eats away
And thoughts of work on Monday
Prey on a worried mind

Be my week of work
My busy fragile life
The demands of city living
Of never catching up

Be my quiet midnight
When only you and I
Whisper endless secrets
Beneath a warm duvet

Be mine in the quiet night
Holding wrinkled hands
Until the days are done, dear
Until our one last breath

Be with me in their sorrow
Let them cry over us
And know it is forever
As we turn into dust

Saturday, March 16, 2019

In the silence after

In the silence after
In the silence after
I hugged my own child
Knowing there are mothers who will
Never hug their child again
In the silence after
I raged in my heart
Knowing hearts have stopped
Never to beat again
In the silence after
I wept for myself
Knowing the innocence of children broken
A city in despair and unbelief
In the silence after
I questioned my God
Knowing he may not answer
Just yet
In the silence after
The flowers still bloomed
Tussocked islands waved at cars
When they passed
In the silence after
Strangers hugged on the street
Hi-viz and hijab
Knowing there are still
Arms to reach out
Hearts to beat on
In the silence after

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Sweet Apple Tree

In the Spring the bark bursts
Unfurling crumpled white handkerchiefs
Which look longingly to the sun
Awaiting the eager bees
The dewdrop mirror
The satin soft caress of the breeze

In the Summer she shows
Her best side to the sky
With a sigh her duty toils
Producing a perfect sweet
Blush skinned apple

In the Autumn she has given
Up her leaves to rot and curl
To gnawing caterpillar teeth
Drooped low to the dank aging
Disspated grass

In the Winter she waits
Hidden inside a frosty sheath
Pooling her resources
Preparing her smile behind the snow
To Spring foward afresh

The Fairer Sex

Votes for women? don't make me laugh
Go make dinner, run me a bath
Take out the wash
Here, clean my shoes
This country's for me
It's over your pretty little head

I'll pay your bills wisely
Invest or be miserly
You've got it made gal
Don't kick up a fuss
Politics is for clever clogs
It's over your pretty little head

You can nurse or teach littlies
While we win all your wars
Look after the house
But this country is ours
All out of your reach
It's over your pretty little head

Vote's for women? get real
What do you mean you're going out
You've no business there
Change the world you say?
Don't make me laugh
I'ts over your pretty little head

And then she went out
And all was quiet
The whispers of skirts
Adorned the halls of power
Don't me make me laugh
She said in her head

I can do anything!

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

A Family of Limericks


On the day I sorted my closet
It was so hard for me to admit it
But waist hugger undies
Which blow in the breeze
Are not much of a speed dating gambit

On the day my son got a red mark
Slashed across a piece of his homework
Sloppy and bereft
It said on the left
Don’t treat your school as a fun lark

On the day the overdraft went red
Mummy refused to leave her bed
Give me a wine
Its alcohol time
And pass the Trademe account instead

On the day Dad’s team lost the rugby
His face went frowny and ugly
Just kick it inside
They run like the blind
He was no longer cuddly or snuggly

On the day the dog was put down
The nurses face has lipstick like a clown
He's better off dead
Not right in the head
You can buy another one downtown

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

The Snow Angel

The Snow Angel
The sun splintered the regimental trees 
Shattering silence as she ran 
Further towards a frozen past 
Cold hearted in her knitted leggings 
Scissored angels wings when she fell 
Leaving only ragged frosty breath 
And icicles 
Laying in the snow

Monday, December 11, 2017

The Amazing Race

A "found" poem, where you take a text and cross out the words you don't want.

A "found" poem, as inspired by Beth Overmyer,
Your race
absolute time
will receive questions, maps, timetables and vouchers
Each Master
answer digital money
points for speed
collecting evidence
danger decide
danger absolute
abandon emergency
The deadline is each minute
absolute sight
You may travel.
Otherwise you must walk.
Your clock stops at the finish line.
There, you warm
beware life. fails
you will note
you lose
failure is deemed to be due to overuse