Poetry

The Honey Dancer

Limbs the colour of honey You shed your dress with easy aplomb I will say you’re discreet Not revealing all Maintaining the allure Of the...

Egyptian Queen Your softness and light Becomes you. Though you work with precious stones And people’s hearts in this world, I see you...

‘Oh, I wish I could write,’ you say Did you know words wait for you? At the back of a cluttered drawer, On a far shore, High on a mountain...

She had been a reluctant learner She thought she had her life together Knew the ropes, had it all sorted Her first foray into ‘the work’...

Our treatment, of our indigenous brothers and sisters, is a stain on the national carpet Not one that can be covered over by a heavy rug...

White Cloud steps lightly on the earth She tiptoes through your dreams She weaves her web across the galaxies She plays amongst the stars...

A door had opened Awen felt the expansion of all things Beliefs, opinions, thoughts dropped away As the Key of Awen revealed itself...

The message had been very clear ‘Pale deer’ Now, as I sat across the table You explained the process  I listened in awe You honoured the...