Where the mountains meet sky Where rocks break sea Where skin touches skin And breath is breathed in Where a knife’s edge curls wood Where hands shape clay Where thought becomes form And beauty is made Where minds grow invention … Continue reading The edges of things
I don’t want to be angry any more, or sad, or exhausted I don’t want to feel resentment or despair Irritation, disappointment Fear But I can’t walk away I can’t not see, not know, not care I think I remember … Continue reading It’s just a poem, ok. Mostly.
Insomnia – a poem Bedside lamp ticks, metal cowl cooling Slower, slower, tick…tick…silence The NAS grunks as a laptop backs up Good data protection habits erode sleep My husband snores and couplets form I reach for my phone. (Written at 2:30am) Continue reading Poetry of the wee small hours
Mim's Muddle 