The Mad Woman’s Sundial

  The sun shone on my sundial The shadow reached twelve Born loved and poor I laughed and cried The sun shone on my sundial The shadow reached three Branded through trauma I laughed and cried The sun shone on my sundial The shadow reached six True love gave me a child I laughed and […]

MOTHER

  Kith of my soul Matriarch of my bones You tended a heart Born from your womb A balm for a volcanic mind You kept me free from medicine men Where your riches were few You found treasures in your children And if I were to live Until my hundredth year or more A lifetime’s […]

Steps

I awoke sane this morning they tell me Gliding down the gaping stairs I jump each one further apart But this morning is easier As I land on each step And falling through is just a mirage Because I woke up sane this morning They tell me!  

Smiles

What’s  in a smile? Makes you stop awhile Tiny jewels of emotion Can cause heart commotion Every mother is proud Baby’s smiling she cries out loud And when you smile you know it’s right To stop a while your plight A smile is a little glow That brightens the world somehow But the bravest gesture […]

THE ROAD/

These poems were written by my brother who died on the 22nd April 1977. He was wrapped up in the psychiatric system and had been on medication for several years. One day just before his death he asked me the question “Do you think psychiatric medication works?” I always being honest with him said “No!”. […]

SHOES

  What legacy did Imelda leave? Hording shoes like baby digits The upping of a posture High heeled to legs at the top And toes as red as crimson Slide into slippers that feed foot balm Tripping over a staircase made of slithery soles Ankle straps made of a misrepresented blossoming Sensible professorship’s happy feet […]

POCKETS OF THE WORLD

  Little pockets Little pockets That cosset the memories of life Little pockets Little pockets For hands left out in the cold Little pockets Little pockets Hold comfort in the jacket of existence Little pockets Little pockets Hold secrets of childhood with conkers and sticky toffees Little pockets Little pockets Are sanctuary for abused fingers […]

The Fat Psychiatrist

    Tell me please why are you so huge? I don’t mean to be rude You say it’s from Statins taking A heart condition in the making I am here today for my review Fat and big just like you Please excuse me if I can’t sit still Seems it’s something to do with […]