Twelth Post: Bare Feet

Bare Feet

A new decree was announced today.
Shoes were no longer allowed.
Bare feet only, or face a large fine,
For this is the rule of the land.

People need to feel the earth, the new government proclaimed,
The brush of a wind at their heels,
And the slickness of grass between toes.
The kiss of the sun on backs of ankles.

We would be more grounded,
More mindful, moving with care.
With bare feet its harder to walk
Over anyone smaller than you.

Bare feet only,
And you slow to a stroll
Watching where you tread,
Noticing it all.

Eleventh Post: Ten


1: Meeting

We met over ten years ago,
Very different people,
Not knowing this was the beginning
Of our greatest journey.
We met, and then, we had to leave
But too late
A die had been cast,
Our lives now entwined.

2: The First Year

We have been a pair now
For almost 10 years,
Starting as two separate people,
Slowly edging together,
Becoming one married couple.

At first we fought against it,
Used to our independence.
But the call of fate was stronger
And we moved, unknowingly, to its tune.

3: Year Two

Days turned to weeks,
And months to years,
As we spent more time together,
The distance between us now an obstacle,
Rather than a nice distraction
Against going too far, too quickly.

4: Year Three

By now we knew,
This was real,
And so combined our lifes.
One flat, two copies
Of favourite books and CDs.

5: Engagement

On my birthday, you proposed,
High above the earth
As we glided on the London Eye.
Joyful tears with a backdrop of rain.

6: The Big Day (part 1)

Nothing ever goes quite to plan,
And this was some arrangement.
We rearranged the seating thrice,
For everything just right –
Even found the perfect vases
For lilies in purple water.

We wanted something personal,
With poetry and prayers,
And friends and family around us,
In a ceremony we had planned.
A string quartet the final touch
For waltzing down the aisle.

To be the centre of attention
Was a lot of fun,
We felt very loved
And very proud,
As we showed off shiny
New rings.

7: The Big Day (part 2)

Then followed a party,
With some unusual picks
On our wedding music list
And some more classic hits.

With an Jewish dance,
Where I was twirled round and round,
I laughed so hard
When my feet hit the ground.

The food was delicious,
The cake chocolate and rich,
And everyone had fun,
All said and done.

8: Honeymoon

Breath-taking Alaska
On board a luxury cruise-ship.
With just one small problem –
At some point, we had to leave!

9: Afterwards

Is it different, everyone asked,
As we returned to the same flat,
The same jobs, same lives.
Yes, I had to reply,
Unable to stop smiling
At my brand new husband
As I tried the ‘h’ word out,
For the twentieth time that day.

10: Ten

Ten years it’s almost been
Since you entered my life,
Changed it completely,
For the better.
Now I know who I am,
And I am your partner,
Your wife, your equal.
Your soul-mate.

Tenth Post: In The Black

In The Black

In the Black, they say, men can go mad,
And reavers find their meals.
But they can’t stop the signal
However hard they try.
He took them out there,
To the furthest rim,
And there made a home
On the good ship Serenity.

Browncoats all round,
And Big Damn Heroes, too.

No-one could take their sky,
Though many would love to try.
But a preacher with a past,
And a brain-washed dancing girl,
A pilot with plastic dinosaurs
And a grease-smeared mechanic lass
Were his shiny crew.
They would get the signal through.

Out in the black
His first mate is still loyal,
And there’s an ambassador
With beauty untold.
And his coat is still brown,
He’ll fly straight and true,
In a Firefly class
Till the day that he’s passed.

Ninth Post: Not Tea

Not Tea

I’m English, we solve everything with a cup of tea,
I joke with a smirk as I pick up my drink.
I breathe it in, and then frown a little,
For this drink is not my tea.

Darker, stronger, but just as hot,
Pungent smell and aftertaste.
This I have tasted before –
But this is not my tea.

Another breakfast drink,
Not English by a long shot.
Full of flavour, energising for the day,
But not always my cup of tea.

Eighth Post: Rapunzel


Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair,
But the princess in the Ivory Tower
Was too busy studying,
Reading and learning
To go to a party right then.

She stayed in her Ivory Tower
And obtained her degree
A doctorate later,
And she was free.
Having built her own ladders.

Seventh Post: Dear Doctor

Dear Doctor

Here you are again,
On our TV screens again.
Showing us that it’s what’s inside
That matters, no matter the face.
One person can make a difference,
Fixing things with a screwdriver –
One thing at a time.
Call you, in your little blue box,
You will be there, answering our need for help.

Taking over Saturday evenings,
Science fiction and fantasy on prime-time again,
Flying the flag for imagination and creativity.
You may be fiction,
But your message is true.
And you inspire so many,
To be their best,
To be real.

Sixth Post: Portal


An archway, a portal,
Hidden doorway in a secret garden.
Touching my hand to the trees lining the path,
I step across its boundaries.

I enter another world,
Of stone and ice and wind,
Just five steps further,
And I lose sight of the way back home.

There is no turning back,
And so I venture forward,
This hidden land a vast expanse,
Which leads to who knows where.

Head down and eyes half-shut,
I place one foot
In front of the other,
Trudging on, so slowly.

Sometime later, I remember
A shape in some trees,
Sunlight through branches,
An opening of some kind?

And then it flees my memory,
And there is only ice and snow,
Where the wind battles on,
And so must I.

Fifth Post: Death


To beat death at its own game,
And live on and on forever,
Is this the dream, the wish,
A hope for everafter?

I do not know,
And, then, what is the point?
For Death must surely come for all,
To carry on alone would be awfully cruel.

We hope there is an afterlife,
And live a life good and true,
But this mortal world will close to us,
Whatever we try to do.

So life your life,
And make it count
Be remembered in good words and deeds,
And add your verse, for others to read.

Four Post: The Piano at the Station by The Beach

The Piano At The Station By The Beach

I looked one day
And there it was.
A colourful, striped piano.
A Punch and Judy themed instrument,
Clear centre of the station.

I laughed, and looked again.
The piano was standing still,
A red and yellow beacon,
Announcing to the crowd; here I am,
A lantern shinning full.

Donated by the local council,
A sign proudly proclaimed.
For all the people to stop
And play
Or listen, on their way.

Towards the city centre,
Or straight down to the beach,
With music in their ears
And songs to guide their feet.
This piano at the station by the beach.

Liberties taken with changing beech to beach and laughter to laughed!

Third Post: ‘To What and To Whom Does One Say Yes?’

‘To what and to whom does one say yes?’

One says yes to love, to adventure, to life rich and full,
One says yes to dreams.
Under pale moonlight in the dead of winter
Anything seems possible.
This man is a prince
And you are only a princess if you wish to be
Or else, you are adventurers together, together in a mystery,
As an old rhyme goes.

Back in the warmth and light of day
It’s so easy to shake off these dreams,
Regain the life you had before,
The magic of night useless in harsh daylight.
Shadows hide but also invite
Adventure and mystery,
Intrigue and romance,
That must not be forgotten.

Oh yes, one wants to say yes.
We must say yes!
Be a prince, a princess, a romantic,
A knight in shining amour
And an adventurer brave.
But most of all,
Be true and be real,
And say yes to dreams.

Title taken from Caryolyn Forche’s Elegy