We were alone together In this sitting room. I would draw on my laptop, While he had his camera on zoom. We were alone ,together Now I’m alone, alone. I am studying poetry Because he’s not on the phone. We were alone together As I sat by his bed. He still didn’t speak but then he winked As I laid my hand on his head. I wish I could be with you Together and not alone I wish I could be with you And you were not cold as stone.
My sister’s eyes are sea green and deep Like pools in the Irish sea off the coast off Anglesey. Moelfre where she swam ,despite the cold, Like a small seal. Night times I told her stories, She lay and dreamed them till schooltime But we grew beyond my storytelling When adolescence broke us apart. Years later As I sat with her child At my knee, Weaving stories for her Around the Russian horse From the antique shop in Aldeburgh, I saw my sister leaning towards us, Her green eyes full of long-lost yearning. I realised she was still my loving little sister, From long, so long ago, her green eyes, In the deep caves of her inner sea ,filled with longing. I felt she wanted to get backInto the magic circleO f the arms of the mother we No longer had to hold us. So, I took her inside my open heart instead