pass the parcel

Old beliefs wrapped

layer upon layer,

the hidden purveyor

of an age-old game.

Old news leaves

print on my hands,

smudging what’s real

in an unreal world,

where nothing is fixed

all opinions mixed,

as we all pass the parcel.

Until the silence

lands on my lap.

The beat of the music

pausing my mind

as I gently go in,

removing opinions;

discarding them

for the rubbish they are.

The repetitive blah

that fills time and space.

The make-believe stories

we tell ourselves.

The repetitive lies

of not being enough;

that life should be tough.

Living hand to hand,

hand to mouth.

Forgetting life’s a game,

a never ending play

where the one you betray

is only ever yourself.

Fairy Tales


My youthful mind, it did adore

the fairy tales of old.

I believed in all the fables

of the stories being told.


A Princess woken by a kiss

after many years a slumber.

By a young Knight, on his stead

whose enemies did outnumber.


In disguise, a big bad wolf

who entrapped and spread deceit.

The truth would out and he’d be slain

killed by his own conceit.


Horse drawn carriages made of gold

transported me in dreams.

Carried me off to far away lands

beyond nightmarish screams.


Children caught by a wicked witch

A cat who walked in boots.

A singing apple, a speaking bird

Step sisters in cahoots.


Love and truth would conquer all

be the savour of mankind.

Such were the romantic inklings

Of a naive, innocent mind.

I Loved You…

I loved you so deeply

I loved without shame

I loved all your theories

I loved without blame


I loved in totality

I loved you with relish

I loved how you thought

I loved every blemish


I loved how you held me

I loved how we shared

I loved your good looks

I loved that you cared


I loved with abandon

I loved with my heart

I loved how you touched me

I loved how we’d impart


I loved what we stood for

I loved how we danced

I loved that you loved me

I loved how you enhanced


I loved holding your hand

I loved smelling your scent

I loved sharing a bed

I loved with honest intent


I loved all our stories

I loved all that I learnt

I loved you my husband

I loved all that we weren’t