So, what is a mother?

The dictionary says “One who gives birth to a child”

But really that is just the beginning

A mother then becomes a Mum.

A mum, in turn, becomes a primeval creature,

One who will do anything to protect its child.

She becomes a nurse, protector, fighter of battles

She is the one you run to

When you skin your knees,

When a friend calls you a name

When a boyfriend dumps you for another.

She is the one who celebrates your successes

And holds your hand when you fail.

She is the one person who never fails you

Never judges you

Loves you unconditionally.

So, next time someone asks you

“What is a Mother?”

You can tell them,

She is the centre of her child’s Universe.



Peace by the waterside

The gentle flow of water

Soothes the raging mind

Whilst the breathy kiss of Autumn

Enables me to find

The calm place I’ve been seeking

Since leaving your mad world.


The soft and spongy earth

Feels cool between my toes

And the musty smell of damp moss

Gently swirls around my nose

I breathe the essence deeply

The lunacy subsides.


The Deadly Spring Tide

I hear it as I lay, not sleeping
Lapping over rocks and stones
The gentle noise, never ending
Soothing my aching bones

I hear it as I lay, just dozing
It creeps and tickles infants’ toes
It races to the moats of castles
Then ambles back in slow repose

I hear it as I lay, just waiting
Crashing, rushing, swirling round
Invincible it surges onwards
Its almighty roar the only sound

I hear it now, as it surrounds me
High tide too much for me to fight
The rocking, swaying motion soothes me
The final swell puts out the light.


New Poem for a competition – Theme ‘Tide’


First Date

Breathless, blushing, looking away

Glancing through eyelashes

Forgetting what day.


Engaging, arranging, planning a time

Head spinning, heart racing

Feeling sublime.


Dressing, undressing, dressing again.

Practise your greeting

But tongue-tied anyway.


Soaked to the skin but unaware

His hand in yours

You’re walking on air.


Craving, desiring, offering up lips

Time going slowly

Awaiting the kiss


Longing, missing, lying awake

Dreaming, hoping          

Barely able to wait.


Dream come true?

I left home at 7:15 yesterday evening feeling a little trepidation mixed with a lot of excitement.  It was colder than I had expected and I immediately wished I had worn an extra layer of clothing – churches are notoriously cold after all!

Nowhere is far in Gibraltar and the Cathedral is right in the middle of town so I arrived on schedule just before 7:30. I’d already been told to go to the side door so I walked in hoping I looked more confident than I felt!

I scanned the room looking for Gerald but couldn’t see him anywhere. Hovering in the doorway is never a good thing so I stepped inside and a few ladies greeted me and smiled; I started to feel a little better.

One lady came up and asked me my name and then introduced me to Elizabeth and Brenda telling me to pull up another chair and sit.  As there was still no sign of Gerald I did as I was told and carried a chair from the side of the room and placed it next to Elizabeth.  At this point Lili arrived and, spotting the newcomer to her flock, she came over and introduced herself.

A few latecomers straggled in and then came Gerald, not spotting me, he went straight over to Lili and emptied the contents of his bag on top of her piano.  A few words and some paper shuffling followed and then they both started to hand out the sheets of music.

I was relieved to see that I did at least recognise the three songs but the music looked hugely complicated and I could feel the nerves creeping back in.  I must have looked apprehensive as a lady sitting with the Altos leaned over and asked me if I could actually read music – I had to admit that I couldn’t!  She just smiled and said that it wasn’t such a big problem, probably at least half of the members couldn’t either but they got by.

Lili announced that we were going to “warm-up” and everyone got to their feet. A few notes from the piano and everyone started la-la-ing and ooh-oohing followed by some words I didn’t quite grasp.

Then we all sat down and without further ado started to work on the first song – ‘Jerusalem’.  I’m not going to lie here, for the first two or three goes I did very little but hum (mostly under my breath) but, as the minutes ticked by and the four harmonies each went over their part, I started to join in a little.  Having been placed with the Sopranos our part did reach some extremely high notes and I did consider suggesting that I move over to the Altos – but, I then found that I couldn’t sing their part at all, so I stayed put.

The second song was ‘Morning has broken’ – the song sheet looked much less complicated than the first and the note range was much easier to cope with so I joined in from the start.

9 o’clock came around so fast; I could hardly believe we had been there for an hour and a half!  As everyone started donning their coats and preparing to leave Gerald came over to ask how I had found it.  I explained that I had struggled at first and that I had found the second song easier, he said that as it was the start of a new year and the first rehearsal for some weeks that many others would have been in a similar state.

Lili confirmed this and as was about to leave Gerald invited me to join them all for a drink at the wine bar.  I had to decline as I had left the house with nothing more than my front door key but as I left I heard “See you on Thursday then!”

I bounced home really pleased that they hadn’t asked me to leave and had even invited me back for a second go!

Whilst I can’t quite yet declare myself a member of a choir, fingers crossed I may be able to in not so many months!


Thoughts of a Pyromaniac

Despite the destruction the flames still leap

Nothing more to burn, no more lives to reap.

The tears that course down reddened cheeks

Will, no doubt, flow for countless weeks.


The beauty is missed by all who stare

The splendour of the orangey flare.

The crackle and spit as the wood ignites

The sparks flying up to dizzying heights.


My mind it leaps with each bright flash

It sings with joy at the fall of ash.

How can they watch and yet not perceive           

The euphoric dance of flames that weave?


My eyes do sting and my heart does pound

The roar in my ears the only sound

As all around is swiftly drenched

My exquisite friend is slowly quenched.


Until next time my lovely one

I promise that the time will come.

You will, once more, soar to the sky

And listen to the children cry.


And this for a different competition – Theme, Fire



First Time

The evening was over, the moment had come
Every meeting before leading to this one.
He paid the waiter and stood to go,
She smiled shyly, keeping her eyes low.
Once in the taxi, his hand on her knee,
The love in her eyes was so clear to see.
Arriving at his place, the choice had been made.
Act one and two over, the last to be played.
His hand on her neck, lips light as a feather
Two hearts become one as they join together

I wrote this for a competition – the guidelines were “Must contain the word feather and be 10 lines exactly”


A Surreal Moment at the Pub!

A night out on Thursday contained a rather surreal moment when a friend offered Neil and I a drink. When the can of Strongbow appeared on the bar accompanied by a glass full of ice, Neil promptly tipped the ice into a dirty glass also on the bar. Ian (the friend) looked a little perplexed but I realised what was in Neil’s head! As I reached over to attract the bar-lady’s attention I managed to knock over the glass of red wine that had just been put down in front of me!  Poor Ian is now looking at his ice-free glass which is paddling in a puddle of red wine.
Neil feels the need to explain at this point whilst I look on sheepishly and the bar-lady mops up the mess and replenishes Ian’s glass with ice and mine with more red wine! (Which I probably shouldn’t have had anyway!)
The whole scenario lasted around 45 seconds and was all because Neil assumed (wrongly!) that the Strongbow was for me and I don’t like ice with mine!