A Community Network for Bowes Park and Bounds Green
Some transparencies of Spring
Some of my hopes have air in them -
Polluting and renewing;
They are inhabited by light breezes and hurricanes
Erratically, like prayer flags
On a Himalayan hillside;
A photon spectrum like daggers and gifts, like galaxies.
My hopes grow quietly after winter chills;
So many bulbs gently budding through cold earth
Trigger my cynical self, as I hold down the…Continue
A mass of granite thrust up
Through the schists and gneiss of lower hills;
Planed down by the ice cap;
Split, shattered and scooped
By frosts, glaciers and the strength of running water.
Its strong flight haunts not precipice, but plateau –
One summer day, your ear catches the plover-like cry –
You pause and watch – no bird is there;
You move softly towards the sound,
And in a moment, one bird, then another,
Confessions of a Middle Aged Girl
We met at the retreat, friends at first.
Casual conversations, weeding organic vegetables.
Occasional weekenders, just friends.
You were slightly younger, tall, dark, attractive
In an ugly way. Kind words. Common sense.
Good hugs, but friends, just friends.
Then one weekend it changed: or I changed.
Friday as usual, Saturday transition,
Sunday I was…Continue