Phoenix

It’s been a crazy two years since I last posted, but I think this poem speaks for itself.

Photo credit on image.

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The smell of hope

We were given the topic of ‘The smell of… (something abstract)’. This is my poem, and pretty much how I feel about hope. Like a wet dog, your favourite lost dog, who comes home with the big storm… You let it in, but cover the furniture…

Heart of the Moon

We decided to write some poetry based on the theme for this year’s McGregor poetry competition. This is one of my attempts.

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Last breath

I took this photo in Wildmoor Heath last year. It is a magical place for those who believe in magic.

Shed

I took this photograph in June last year, of a shed on the farm I was volunteering and staying. This poem was written in another shed on the farm though. I liked this shed more. 🙂

I sometimes still dress myself in cobwebs.

Soft paper pulp

My photo, my words, and so on.

Lamu Island

Tom sent this photo while he was on holiday with his partner. So I decided to pilfer it, as I do.

Photo credit: Tom Dreyer

The lonely road

I lie in yet another strange bed
Sold out by myself
And my unplanned dreams
Of saving the world
But losing myself instead

Wait…
I’ve heard that somewhere before

But somehow
The prodigal daughter leaves again
As if the path she walks upon is hot
Burning her feet, her head and heart

Exchanging molten soles
For a rocky life
Still somehow, among the cracks
Finding such thorny hope

Storm’s wake

Another photo sent to me by Tom. It reminds me a lot of the Karoo farm landscape in South Africa.

However, this one was taken by a French photographer.

Photo credit: Christine Muraton

Outpost

Another poem from Poetry Club. I was feeling a bit lost and defeated, I guess, but maybe we all do sometimes.

Thank heavens for hope.

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