As the poet slips
on the pathway of life,
she falls into the dark depths
of her unconscious.
Pulled down below
by the god Poseidon,
she is swallowed
into the belly of the whale.
Life Behind the Mask – Is It Monday?
Something invisible, terrifying, beyond our walls,
just outside the door, scratches at the window, waiting.
We fear it has come to destroy us and perhaps it has,
those spiky red Christmas balls spreading across screens.
Dreaming in the Time of Corona
The tree offered the poet a key.
Expecting to find a door,
she circled the ancient oak elder
a number of times before
she spotted an open window,
high above the robin’s nest.
The Poet and the Plague
At the still point of this turning world
Stood before the great mystery
the poet calls life,
she senses something approaching,
which, as it draws nearer
the poet realises, is the plague.
Thrown into turmoil,
she tries hard to cut and run,
but the plague seizes her.