Songs in Strange Lands

Singing in strange lands, pulses shifting,The scent of rain, sap, skin a little different,Our tongues learn new lilting, fresh refrains, How can we sing our songs in these lands?Measures merging; paces, tastes, vibrations,Words echo divergent across mountains,Hollows, oceans, villas, high rise elevations,The reverberations change, some even forgetAnd yet, certain notes and phrases remain Outside and…

Breath: a poem

This is a poem I posted on a new blog I’ve set up exploring personal and environmental stories around asthma   Breath: a poem. via Breath: a poem.

But are we becoming fascist?

(warning: this post is political, all ponderings are personal) If Scotland does vote for independence British politics is likely to move even further to the right. Westminster Labour benches are filled with Scottish members. Labour itself is shifting to the right more in response to the pressure from the right. Scotland’s stance on immigration is less aggressive,…

Broken Sancturay

A return to some of my own verse. Please respect my copyright: Broken Sanctuary Broken sanctuary Jerusalem to Salem, Seats of a Sovereign She, Axis of the sacred sphere Salem; a place of safety, Broken by the men of fear, Sister did we think us free? What malice lead us here To exile we did…

Doctor Who: Who, Doctor?

It is late and I have the kind of schedule that lives me dreaming of having my own Tardis. Instead I am journeying into a library in the silence. Did you know that if you rearrange the letters of Dr Who you get ‘word’, ‘cohort’, ‘torchwood’? This is a sweet-shop for a word geek like me….

Valuable

We have a value worth more than a bottom line, Of being treated unfairly and saying it is fine – Value, from the Latin ‘valere’ meaning ‘to be strong’ – Economics have forgotten our worth for so long, We are nature, veins like river networks, kin to bee, Inequality wastes skills and talent and destroys unity, We have fundamental worth, not just…

Identity

What is identity?  As a poet the idea of who I am is fluid; a becoming. I am a poet and political being, creative facilitator and cat cushion. I am between able-bodied and disabled. I am born and live in a mix of cultural heritage.  Faith and science stand for me in partnership. I am…

The Book of Living

Andorra, gateway to hidden paths, Antonia Zenkevitch 2008 The Book of Living Inky shadows painted on light so we can see, From close to opening, a world as we perceive – Become ourselves for the Becoming to be, Core reacquainted on the rock to which we cleave Returning to renew; to be at-one and still…

One

Ruach, spirit, Inter-breath of being, I am molded word on wind, My voice open to your decreeing, The seed of life upon your wing, Aish, aish, I no longer burn For my soul is also flame My soul, it’s time to return To source; light; to the Name, Mayim, you are in my flowing Mayim…

Shanah Tovah Poems

Shanah Tovah God is the void and the manifestation, Here we must herald the gift of our birth, Divine the thought and voice of creation, We, crafted of holy breath and the earth The Becoming requires our proclamation – We form the realm of the great sovereignty; The ineffable oneness independent of time, Revere Source…