Does the early bird catch the creative worm?

For me, there is a sense of excitement and anticipation when I rise early.  I love to catch the beginning of dawn, particularly in the Spring.  The dawn chorus in Spring is one of the most incredible sounds of nature.  

Crow on Chimney

Claw-balanced on a clay pipe above buses and bicycle wheels blanket flapping wings blacken the sky. Who will look up…

Rising Like Tides

Here is the first performance of my setting of Maya Angelou’s poem ‘Still I Rise’ for women’s voices, sung by…

Getting over creative blocks

There are a couple of little phrases that at times I’ve found so helpful – one is to “Keep the pen moving”

I’m doing Nanowrimo! Are you?

I’ve decided to sign up to the National ‘Write a Novel in a Month’, or NaNoWriMo as it is also called.  

Wild Geese

Dawn light, weighted by winter
Sheens as a seal pelt
on the old town cobbles.

Nasturtiums

They arrive late
in October sunlight
Sharp edging the air
Flat umbrellas
Filigree lace

Poem | Five Hours

Five Hours

…is a morning’s work
with its tussles and chatterings
as starlings in gardens in a city in peace time
Where crossing the road in leather-soled shoes
is smooth as an in-breath
And war a…

Where the Sea finds the Sky

The creek bares its belly on this waning of tide
Voluminous mounds hewing sheens in the sunlight
Ponderous in waiting for the renewing of time.

Poem | March

March Spring sinews the morning – Crackles the dawn – Seeps through my blanket thoughts To my wool wrapped bones.…