Seagulls
Swoop and soar
Through white clouds,
Calling shrilly
From above.
Blue sky
Soaks seamlessly
Into a sea
Of gently
Lapping waves.
Moored boats
Bob steadily
Up and down,
Sails creaking
In the breeze.
The air
Tastes damp
And salty
On my tongue.
In my mind
That’s where I am.
Not here,
Laid under glaring lights
Listening to machines
Whirr and beep.
Not here,
In this hospital bed
Chained still
By tubes and drips.
In my mind
I fly free. ©
winter morning
stirring sunshine
into my coffee©
walking boots
stained with salt
icy morning ©
pebbles
in the young child’s bucket
ocean smooth ©
Have you ever
Had your new life packed in boxes
And airmailed home?
Have you ever
Listened to your doctor break the news
And had your world come crashing down?
Have you ever
Dreamt of holding your child in your arms
But known it will never happen?
Have you ever
Wondered just how much more
You can lose?
Have you ever
Thought ‘I can’t do this anymore’
But still carried on?
I have
Have you? ©
your hair
still curls on the pillow
dawn departure ©
her fingers
tap tapping the keyboard
winter hail ©
winter stillness
the unbroken silence
of snow ©
the teddy bears
on his duvet cover
now racing cars ©
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