Category Archives: villanelle

In the  sighing woodland ,birds go by

In the wanton woodland ,birds flash by Busy with their mates and with their nests Caught a glimpse  there in my cornered eye I walk held up by silence  undefied Life is plain when  we don’t send the texts In … Continue reading

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God  is murdered daily, we perceive

How precious is the life that we will lose The joy of senses open  like new leaves The  holy sun, the air,  our attitudes Our boundary, our skin  protects, is bruised By those who  claim to love but soon deceive … Continue reading

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Love buried and unseen

The kindness of  our neighbours helps us cope With life, with death,with many shades between When we despair and  can’t imagine hope When the sailor takes us in his boat When he rows us on a  night-blank sea The kindness … Continue reading

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Fragility is measured by the glass

As fragile as the sacred crystal glass Which  broken was smashed up like any cup Till its particles invaded us at Mass Uncontained,  how will this  moment pass? Suffering  breaks us down, what helps us up? Hearts as fragile as  … Continue reading

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Abbey Steps

I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores See the Abbey ruins on the cliff I can’t climb those steep steps any more The whip of salty sea, the shells, the lore The  old town with its alleys and its … Continue reading

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I wish we were on Sutton Bank again

I wish we were on Sutton Bank again The Cleveland Hills with heather and bright bees We lay down in the heather in the sun We hitched a lift, Osmotherley, a van Another day was Whitby and the sea I … Continue reading

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No map

The more I  write, the more I feel the gap From  the immense, the real  of skin and eye To what  I write or draw upon a map When you  lay still, my skin around you wrapped I touched you … Continue reading

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