I follow Robert Macfarlane on twitter and particularly look forward to reading his word definition tweets. One that caught my attention recently was an Irish/ Gaeilge word, “ciúnas gan uaigneas”, which literally means “quietness without loneliness” A phrase, he explains, that carries a sense of peaceful solitude, of being beyond the usual chaos & noise. I…Read more When the Mist Descends
There is a silence that corrupts the soul, As a lonely man walks down a road. A mental tut, a tapping shoe. I know all about you! A story is told that’s deep and long And very possibly entirely wrong! Condemning, simmering, quiet hate The need to dissect and then berate The cigarette,…Read more A Corrupting Silence
This morning, I felt the warmth of your body close to me and stroked my fingers across your shoulder, But this plane ride drew an air-trail of separation between us. This morning, our hands touched over a cup of tea and you hugged me, as tears pricked my eyes, But this plane ride is unmoved…Read more A Plane Ride Away
Silence howls in empty screams Across a wild and painful sky. While emptiness like rolling waves, Pitches sadness on a fearsome sea. We knew it was coming and neither of us was particularly looking forward to the day. Chris has recovered enough from the heart attack to return to work, but work means Vienna. While…Read more Silence over Empty Skies
It was an unexpected outcome of a short break in North Wales and as I sat in a chair next to his bed, through the early hours of the morning after the night before with a range of monitors beeping and an oxygen mask hissing, I reflected on the fact that three years before we…Read more Heart Attack
This is based on a true story. Its about finding love unexpectedly. Its written in third person, so events and names can be changed slightly and I think it reads better. Although to be honest the events are pretty much as they happened. I decided to write it, because this week is an anniversary of it happening. …Read more Finished looking for Mr Right?
Frame me, contain me, Hold a boundary to me. Only see a view that can be safely described. Bold straight lines that seek to refine And hold an aspiration, so sharply defined Clean and rigid, deep and frigid Fixed so firmly: clear and distinct. But what if I am wavy, eternally changey? What if I…Read more Frame Me, Contain Me