Borders of Sleep

I have come to the borders of sleep, Yet my eyes will not close. I am wondering why. Was it what I ate tonight? I’m wondering. Or the wine that I drank; Or perhaps the heat of the day Which has continued till now. I’m wondering. Why? Is it the warmth of the body Now...

Waste, ain’t it!

“Mum, Mum, wait till you see this!” The girl was hard to see in the darkness: a vague silhouette, slithering over piles of rotting rubbish, fruit, vegetables and other unsold and out-of-date foodstuff. Behind the shopping centre a yard was enclosed by a brick wall,...

Ode to my apple

Is this an apple which I see before me? Come, let me behold thee. ’Tis shapen like an apple red yet hath these shining russet yellow streaks all round. ’Tis small, yet light upon my hand, with tiny broken stalk upon its upward face. ’Tis like a cherry – larger – yet...
Waste, ain’t it!

Waste, ain’t it!

“Mum, Mum, wait till you see this!” The girl was hard to see in the darkness: a vague silhouette, slithering over piles of rotting rubbish, fruit, vegetables and other unsold and out-of-date foodstuff. Behind the shopping centre a yard was enclosed by a...
Nativity

Nativity

This child sleeping in the night The scene is set, the stage is lit, the actors ready; the baby boy is real, quiet and still. The music plays, the angels sing, the cameras roll. Do you see what I see? Mary tries really hard not to drop her new baby. But he’s...
Rosie

Rosie

She was a remarkable character: odd in lots of ways. We met her on holiday, not just casually; no, she spent two weeks with us as we travelled by bus to central Australia. Every day we said, “Hallo Rosie. How are you today?” Every evening we had dinner...