Saturday, 22 September 2012

Shadow Play

Dancing they are
Those shadows in the night
Showing their faces briefly
Before disappearing into the light
Mustn’t reject them
Or they won’t come to play
Nor surrender to them
Or you’ll become their prey
So I join their dance instead
Try to lead
Not to be lead

Tuesday, 11 September 2012


I’m wide open
It feels cold
My thoughts and feelings
In my face
Like a harsh wind
I want to hide
Cover myself up
Yet I remain
I hold on to my breath
I breathe in
I breathe out
Into the insanity
Out from the spaciousness
Underneath all the madness
Let go
Become the wind

Monday, 3 September 2012

Soothe (for Sunday Scribblings)

It is dark in my world
The walls are closing in on me
Painfully I stretch
Until my skin breaks open
I fight my way
Through thick layers of dirt
Try not to get eaten
By the creatures 
Lurking in the dark
Up and up I go
Until finally
I can see the light
There’s the sky
Wide open
I reach towards it
But I can’t quite get there
I am just about to give up
When suddenly 
The sun comes out
Its warmth embraces me
My tired body surrenders
I open up
And blossom
In the most beautiful colours

Saturday, 1 September 2012

My favourite poem

Today I want to share with you my favourite poem. 
While there are others I also love, for the poet's skill with words or for their perfect rhythm, I chose this one, because it touched me so deeply when I read it the first time. 

Ultimately, that's what poetry is all about for me: touching people's hearts - and this one ripped mine to pieces (in a good way ;-)

It's by Derek Walcott.


The time will come
When, with elation,
You will great yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other's welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.