unison

she dearly loves this country
of fat fluffy clouds
the way strangers smile at her
in reduced by Covid crowds

she worships the sunrises
sippin’ coffee in her garden
thankful she lives in a country
where her tender heart won’t harden

‘n every day at sunset
she raises her glass of wine
to her family, to her friends
grateful for the ties that bind

the world may be in chaos
but there’s one man at her side
facing the chaos with her
holding her hand, matching her stride

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colour blind

dude turns up
every Saturday
smiling, dispensing hugs
no words he needs to say

his presence is
my sanctuary
I know peace when he’s there
my heart is merry

‘n he cares not
that I’m no longer thin
same way he never bothered
about my caramel skin

‘cos when you truly love
with other folks you’re unconcerned
something that the two of us
long ago learned

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the many faces of love

alone on Saturday night behind locked doors
I drink too much wine & pace the floors
“How long?” I wonder, “Can this nightmare last?”
I’m sure it’s a question that many have asked
laptop, mobile & tablet aligned on the table
I seek companionship as best I’m able

Chelle’s driving, on her way to the liquor store
all buckled up & laughing that she needs “wine ‘n more!”
I tilt my wine glass in a toast to the face on the screen
while we discuss the merits of what goes best with which cuisine
she pulls her shiny car into the parking bay
“Stay safe” we tell each other before our images melt away

my sister Kim is lying down, sleeping so peacefully
I feel bad that I’ve awakened her just to talk to me
now labelled as “essential”, each day my sister goes to work
while I putter in my garden feeling like a useless jerk
Kim is my heart, mother to my nephew & beautiful nieces
her beloved face, her voice, keep me from falling to pieces

finding Tora free at home is a wonderful surprise
love dwells in her face – hope shines in her eyes
my friend ‘n colleague from those memorable Ursuline years
sunny days spent in the quad sharing laughter, dreams & tears
seeing her, talking to her is always so much fun
“You were right, Kath,” she jokes, “We shoulda run.”

Sharon’s video call is welcome though unexpected
her face ‘n Jourdy’s smile keep me from feeling dejected
besties for 58 years, longer than some folks’ve been married
understanding each other, anchored by love that’s unvaried
always calm, she reassures me this state of affairs will end
I blow kisses, to my surrogate child & my oldest friend

the second bottle is almost empty – the last few sips I drain
tidying up I dream of the future, when I can get on a plane
over an ocean and through the heavens I will happily soar
to the land of my youth to hug my family & friends once more
the hour is late now, so I climb into my bed
with many faces of love dancing through my head

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every Thursday night

relieved to be home
where it’s warm & dry
she chains the door behind her
with a contented sigh

another workday’s passed
& she’s made it through
to another Thursday evening
with something special to do

once her cozy clothes
have been donned
she races to the kitchen
eager to crack on

hands all washed
knives assembled with care
cookbook propped open
new soup she must prepare

leeks she chops
boiling water for the stock
blender at the ready
ever mindful of the clock

the tasks she performs
are a private treasure
& she smiles as she stirs
imagining his face lit up with pleasure

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at the Wheatsheaf

in a slow-setting sun
we amble slowly along
as the skies of West Beckham
ring with bird song
I’m holdin’ the hand
of my best friend
ready for tea
at the Wheatsheaf Inn

an old stone building
covered in ivy that’s run amok
in a gorgeous setting
that leaves me dumbstruck
I’m so happy to be
with my best friend
walkin’ through the doors
of the Wheatsheaf Inn

the owner greets us
with a dazzling smile
she shows us to our table
chatterin’ all the while
I look over the top of the menu
at my best friend
we’re both delighted
by the choices
at the Wheatsheaf Inn

the food arrives
& it’s delicious
we share our couples’ jokes
laughin’ though they’re repetitious
sated by food & sun
I give my hand to my best friend
as we walk back to the cottage
& away from the Wheatsheaf Inn

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on the A92

the sun came out
once we hit the A92
light that kicked aside the clouds
suspended in a sky of blue

in rolling fields
sat scattered hay bales
tenement blocks
housing spiders & snails

cottages hug the road
adorned with wild flowers
emerald hills glisten
from an early morning shower

a lone motorcyclist
rides into the wind
along the horizon
turbines lazily spin

so many times
we’ve cruised the A92
so many memories
of me & you

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last chance

if I’m honest
if I tell you you’re the one
will you run?
will you run?

if I kneel to you
swear forever I’ll be true
what would you do?
what would you do?

will you help me sow love’s seeds?
will you forgive all my past deeds?
will you love a heart that bleeds
or will you run from all my needs?

if I’m truthful
admit I long for you & me
will you flee?
will you flee?

if I’m bare my soul
if I make it clear
will you hear?
will you hear?

underneath an ageless sky
next to you I yearn to lie
time passes with an agonized sigh
those we love one day will die

so if I ask you
on this day
will you stay?
please, tell me you will stay

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love travels

deep & sincere
no drama-school act
it’s vast, her love
yet portable & compact

it dwells in her hair
memory & care
it travels on the air
it’s always there

the blood of her childhood
a flow that never ends
thru veins, marrow & music
travel family & friends

an unbroken chain
sweet as sugar cane
love that does not wane
imprinted on her brain

photos at picnics
laughter, hugs & kisses
a woman with two homes
she thinks of all she misses

the Scottish sun shines gold
she remembers being bold
stripped of her blindfold,
from guilt & grief she’ll be paroled

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makin’ tea for John

my baby likes to eat
but on Friday nights, when he’s beat
he likes it light
so I try to do it up right

I play CDs while I wait
dancin’ as I make up a cold plate
done, I’m like “girl, look at you –
that looks like a plate your Mama would do!”

& that makes me smile
(& I cry for a little while)
but I stop, cuz dude’ll soon be here
need to think of other things to serve to my dear

pre-heat the oven, I get out the dishes
still smilin’ & musin’ on old wishes
pizza, crab claws, fish goujons
yeah, me & bae’ll get our eat on

another summer Friday night
(& in my mind I see Mommy, framed by sunlight)
I wait for John, dance to Stanley Clarke
with a heart that – for now – has banished the dark

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time zones

when it’s 12pm here
it’s 8am there
she’s making her lunch
as her sisters dress with care
though miles apart
the same sky is above
& she can feel their love

3pm here
but there it’s 10am
as she works in her garden
she thinks of them
smiles at the memory
of her mother
feeling the love
of her sisters & brother

6pm where she lives
means lunchtime where they are
she remembers their closeness
times they’d jokingly spar
though her love for them
is tinged with regret
they share the same blood
this she’ll never forget

bedtime in Dundee
dinner time in Ohio
she’s watching TV in bed
as outside Scottish winds blow
she says a prayer for them
all the people that she loves
asleep, she dreams of them
the stars they share shine above

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