All Poetry

  • 1358. Secrets Memory-Kept
    Tricks played upon my eyes, I returned to Dark stretch of slender pines, pondered Things perplexing, unexplained. We saw Each other, this I know, fairy, woodland Sprite, diminutive body, tiny […]
  • 1356. Sea Changes
    As I’ve grown older, my feelings for sea have Not lessened, but have evolved. No doubt, So have I changed, mirror reflecting waves Of time and life washing over me. […]
  • 1354. Maine, Lavender Dawn
    September lavender dawn, coffee in hand, Bathrobe, bare feet, I step outside, inhale Deep breath, cool, fresh feeling to air. From my elevated deck, passing mist on Maine channel, seven […]
  • 1353. Maine, Seascrapes
    Watching someone watching, such simple But intimate moments, gallery in Maine, Large sunlit windows, river overlooking, Open spaces, polished hardwood floors. (I dare not say when or where.) She was […]
  • 1352. Maine, Cold Sky
    Cold is the sky this morning, no warmth Provided by cloud-streaked rising sun. Cold is the surf this morning, summer’s Circling seabirds flying south. Alone On this Maine shore of […]
  • 1351. Affirmation, Part 3
    Part 3: Imagined View (Last) Quiet evening walk around wooded island Lake, tree-stirring breeze, Maine’s long Light gave way to evening, first points Of rising light. We take refuge in […]
  • 1350. Affirmation, Part 2
    Part 2: Two Seabirds Visit on mainland, we talked, we kissed. Did I kiss you first, or with eyes closed, Pause midway? It matters not now, when Words fail, silence […]
  • 1349. Affirmation, Part 1
    Part 1: Touches, Feelings How does one know which way they are? Your touches moved me, feelings I cannot Ignore, nor do I want to. Can they come Full bloom […]
  • 1340. Woodland Sprites
    Telltale snap of broken tree limbs betrayed Trespasser approaching secluded stream, Blurred motion edge of sight, hard descent, Thick spruces concealed my bathing place, Sunlit broad stone, ankle-deep water flowed, […]
  • 1339. Sea Breeze B&B
    Yes, we bought an old seaside house in Maine, Near Lubec, most eastern part of foreshore, Next to Canadian border, two plus hours out Of Bangor, edifice to another era […]
  • 1338. Flora’s Assignation
    “Nuit Rendez-vous de Flora” Réveillé dans la nuit, le sommeil de la  Famille, l’air refroidi, le cœur battant, pour  Les ruines antiques je courus, me priais Vous y étiez, par […]
  • 1337. The Love Letter, Part 4
    Part 4: Dressa’s Cunning Thread (Last) Anticipation, watching flowerpot through rain- Streaked kitchen windowpanes, I wondered, Will true love exist is “A’s” eyes, or have I been Deceived by whimsical […]
  • 1336. The Love Letter, Part 3
    Part 3: Night-Singing Nightingale Last few days, I felt as if “A” was watching From afar, never approaching front porch Flowerpot. Poor child, I imagined, flirtations Of young love, where […]
  • 1335. The Love Letter, Part 2
    Part 2: Mirror-Gazing Affections Quiet morning, kettle on, suspicious noise I heard, sliding of glazed planter on porch Stones. First thought, crows, raccoons, except Flowering pot was too heavy. Before […]
  • 1334. The Love Letter, Part 1
    Part 1: Anonymous Love Letter How can something so small be conspicuous, Occupying my thoughts, tantalizing my heart, Vintage envelope, letter containing, delicate Hand expressing her affections, her love, sent […]
  • 1333. Willow, Fall Sea Gales
    First morning light, blustery walk on stone-piledBeach, skies red-streaked, father with me, pipe Puffing, fishing boots, walking along side (or Far ahead), concerns for dirty weather on Outer Hebridean Isles. […]
  • 1332. Dream Visitor
    I or we were alone in early morning silence. We is plural of self, quiet voice lingering After rising, dream visitor, who gradually Disappears with daily routine, checking Phone, taking […]
  • 1331. Forested Sphere, Part 3
    Part 3: Nature’s Magnificence (Last) For the two of us, ocean wind was our Companion, coupling with living invisible. How stiff breezes caused seagrass to wave, Cold shuddering, seabirds darting […]
  • 1330. Forested Sphere, Part 2
    Part 2: Shared Vision Week later, we met again, same trailhead Benches overlooking windswept foreshores, Her nose, cheeks sun-tinged, hair tangles, Benefits of sea and sun. She was younger, Free […]
  • 1329. Forested Sphere, Part 1
    Part 1: Someplace Quiet, Secluded Long difficult year had passed since we Last talked face-to-face, over coffee, Gourmet muffins, fork sharing, in local Coffee shop. Hard months imparted Changes. Her […]
  • 1321. Maine Spring Rituals
    Maine spring rituals, late snow on budding Daffodils, warming sunlight weakens winter’s Hold, wonderous transformation seen from Cottage door, windows. Across hillsides Come greening trees, flowering meadows. Pleasures of rambling […]
  • 1320. Maine, Sleeping Chimera
    Summer night, rain-heavy clouds, shadowy Light entered our bedroom, I listened to her Rhythmic breathing, sweet music, tangled Life, conflicting currents, she washed upon My shores, penniless, all she owned […]
  • 1319. Maine, Dreamt Memories
    Memories, mind lurking, oft sleep emerging, Enigmatic recollections, as much avoided as Adored, dreams occurring, awaking, within Mirror I was pale appearing, death touched, Surf washing over my consciousness during […]
  • 1318. Maine, Sea Dreams
    Awakening from dreams, I did not know when Or where I was, painted seashores, romance, Younger woman, single kiss before we parted, Perplexed by contradictions, life spiraling Beyond our control. […]
  • 1317. Maine, Home Headlands
    Can you hear voices calling?  New verses Welling from within, visceral feelings years Denied, now unthwarted, uncharted, horizon Rising anew. “Come now, find new life, greater Visions.” Take hold, leave […]
  • 1316. Maine, Small Evening Fires
    Inherited from my grandparents, my cottageIs 100 years old, hand-laid stone basementWalls, boards placed on cinderblocks to stepFrom here to there, fuse box replaced withElectrical panel since I moved in. […]
  • 1315. Maine Solitary Life
    Warming days on Maine foreshores, my face Wind-sun burnished, dark sea remains cold. No peace exists between surf and stone, Continual strife and turbulence reflect my Solitary life and feelings, […]
  • 1314. Windowpane Reflections
    Strangest predawn occurrence, I peered intoOpen windowpane, glass angled in ghostlyLight, I saw my reflection, but was someoneElse, another me, roaming all night, nowRetreating with first glimmer of sunlight.Whispered to […]
  • 1313. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 3
    Part 3: Emily Becomes Moon Manon (Last) Today, paper-wrapped package arrived, heart- Racing anticipation, return address of my lover, Letter enclosed, too painful to repeat, except My affections were not […]
  • 1312. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 2
    Part 2: Plain Fish on White Plate For weeks I shared my feelings, each letter More revealing than the last, thoughts on Windswept rocky shores realized, part of Myself recorded, […]
  • 1311. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 1
    Part 1: Maine Island Romance Inner light, glowing flame alighted within, Embers rising to wondrous warmth, slow, Gradual, unintended, through penned words, Inked lines in letters, I have fallen in […]
  • 1310. Willow, Torn Seasons
    Gale blowing offshore, swirling rain and snow, Obscuring nearby sea-stacks, Papa and I were Cottage bound, thrust together by dirty weather. Gusting winds, rhythmic thumping of front Door, papa lit […]
  • 1309. Willow, Guiding Lantern Light
    Whilst spring had arrived, days and nights Seemed just as long, seas as cold, yet fishers Took to cresting waves, lowering nets alongDistant rocky isles, coves and bays up andDown […]
  • 1308. Willow, Spring Stream Flowing
    “Our stream will flow again, Willow,” papaPromised, pipe puffing. “Hard winter for Island crofters, hearth fires, cooking pot,Ice melting, first few bubbles for morning Tea, stirabout. Slow-ticking clock, we awaited […]
  • 1307. Ancients Understood
    What was the first time like? Like whirlwind, Did it happen suddenly? Or something else Memorable? It began as quiet conversation Over coffee, nearby restaurant. We went Where we weren’t known, […]
  • 1306. Times Remembered
    We longed for freedoms and tangles we Both knew, simple pleasures, emotional Complexities, embracing without fear Or concern. Casual walks along island Cliffs and meandering trails, rock and Ferns. How […]
  • 1305. Ghostly Landscapes
    Mix of rain and snow, we rode silently amongst Spruce forests. She drove, more accustomed to Narrow asphalt disappearing into fog, seashores Vanishing into nothingness. Ghostly landscapes Her home, I […]
  • 1304. Winter Rituals
    Recent snows resurrected memories of family In Newfoundland. We lived by small rituals, Some religious, some not, all earnest Prayers, nonetheless, to persevere another Winter. By firelight, papa drank hot […]
  • 1290. Willow, Pale Moonlight
    Pale moon, cold light shadow-casting, family Cottage empty, parents gone, sleepless nights, I, Willow, find no peace amongst these stone Walls, footstep-smoothed wooden floors. Night Naked, I am lost, torn […]
  • 1289. Willow, Family Memories
    At sunset, I turned my eyes from sea to hills Behind me, gathering evening mist, low- Lying clouds reflecting rosy hues, ocean Moving, fleeting figures, elevated above my Home, Outer […]
  • 1287. Willow, Eternal Boatmen
    Where have I been? With sickness, many Have died, remaining disappeared. Days of Rain, dreams beyond reach, island life was Cloud-obscured. Fevered coughs, I drifted As rain dripped, streaked windowpanes, […]
  • 1286. Reunited
    Long air flights, thrust together on rainy night, I was not used to your presence, nakedness, Another but familiar someone sleeping next to Me. Bad dreams, you were restless all […]
  • 1284. Forest Offering
    Winter-frozen forest, predawn hike on frosty trails, Rambling stream my senses sought, water flowing Beneath ice clear, steady movement eluded night- Congealing. First rising sun, light-limned treetops, Rising mist took […]
  • 1283. Which Quiet Are You?
    Which quiet are you? Contemplating sentient Life in stars of multiple hues? Or in reticent solitude, Wiping night tears away? Oft, no nether realm exists, Terra firm or nebulae, sailing […]
  • 1282. Willow, Song of Fair Isles
    How many hills does an island make, streams And pasturelands? It’s not what’s underfoot, But what sings within my heart, fair isles of Seas and skies. Melodies of rock and […]
  • 1281. Willow, Island Old Age
    Where does old age come from? Years island- Spent, amongst things unchanging, ebb and Flow of tides, surf crashing on rocky shores, Life’s grist, wearing flesh and bone. I’ve seen […]
  • 1279. Realities of Romance
    Realities of romance, different time zones. It’s 10 pm for you, 2 am for me. Yes, I was Asleep (restlessly) or awake (barely), ever Concerned for you, how difficult Arctic […]
  • 1278. Brynfrida, Forest Offering
    Cold nakedness, hunger, poverty, descending Steep ravines, single misstep I feared, death- plunging rocks, broken tree branches, dagger Sharp awaited me. “By every bleeding thistle Cut, injuries, illness you,” Brynfrida, […]
  • 1278. Brynfrida, Forest Wanderer
    “You have fallen from the sky,” my mother, Thrya, whispered – boundless, nameless Place I met soul of crone Halfrida, snow- Swirling moments joined, then to earth I plunged, recast […]
  • 1277. Brynja Becomes Brynfrida
    By roaring night fire, Norse warriors spoke In turn, assembled althing, place of father’s Fathers, deeds held account, crone Halfrida Found dead, body blue frozen, hands bone Necklace clutching, her […]
  • 1276. Willow, Death of Fenella
    Illness swept our island, young, elderly, Too weak against taught rope, straining Pull, deep cough, dark nights shallow- Wheezing breaths. “How is she?” crofters Asked of elder mother, Fenella, frail-thin, […]
  • 1274. Willow, Ferry Acquaintance
    When ferry taking, island leaving, I oft stand By myself, steel deck, engines churning, Motion beneath my feet, few face-streaking Tears. Yes, I love this lump of rock called Home, […]
  • 1272. Skena, Malevolent Cloud
    Night waking, wind’s ceaseless song, sea Storms, winter gales, shipwrecked tales told In mournful wails, flotsam foreshores drifting, Legends children learnt by flickering hearth Flames, gusts round chimney howling. Yet, […]
  • 1271. Willow, Peat Pony Beven
    No longer wanted or needed, Peat Pony Beven was given to us. Papa said, “No.” Mama and I said, “Yes.” I brought him Home, baskets, harness, bells, unloved, Beven was […]
  • 1270. Sister Muriel, Morning Prayers
    Above my pallet bed, wood carved, I rise To one verse, John 1:1, recited aloud with Morning rosary prayers, bowl of porridge, Hearth coals warmed, dawning day, my Work begins, […]
  • 1269. Willow, Celtic Connections
    From chapel pulpit, wave of his right hand, Parson announced we were all connected, His sermon, life on outer Scottish islands, Distant cousins, we are all blood-relations, Deep-rooted heritage, time-extending […]
  • 1268. Willow, Cottage Belonging
    How do you where you belong, cottage, field, Or forest? By running one’s hands across time- Weathered walls or stone? Visceral connection, Heart comforts, whispering, “You are home, Child.” Such […]
  • 1267. Willow, Campfire Tales
    Campfire tales we told, strange but familiar To our time and clans, glen-secluded fairies, Dwelling amidst mossy stones, gnarled tree Roots, water-trickling melodies, for islanders, We so shared our home, […]
  • 1266. Willow and Ríonach
    Scudding clouds of fall marked summer’s End, soul-restoring warmth upon my face, Waving-grass secluded granite slabs. Upon Woolen blanket, I dream-slept of decades Past, life on these outer Hebridean isles, […]
  • 1265. Willow, Timeless Moments
    Have you stared until something changed? Glimpsed dozen yesteryears? Foundations Of stone I visited, sat within wind-waving Grassy bounds, shadows of sun and cloud, Concentration I do not force, passing […]
  • 1264. Willow, Legend of Ætherstone
    Cloud-shrouded on island heights, first visit To ancient Ætherstone, Scottish medieval Fortress, partially destroyed, stout outer Walls rubble reduced, abandoned, time-lost. What did I, Willow, expect to find? Gardens Blooming […]
  • 1263. Willow, Island Loneliness
    Overtaken by island loneliness, I’m absorbed By clouded heights, expanse of seas, stretching Beyond circling seabirds, past expectations of What could be if I, Willow, were born someone, Somewhere else […]
  • 1262. Fundy Island Weather
    Islanders, we lived on shores of dark waters, Chilly in summertime, cloud-shrouded days, Passing rain, mists night-rising, few days we Felt sun-warmth. Sweatshirt clad visitors asked, “Is it always like […]
  • 1261. Willow, Salt-Herring Packing
    “All we have is sea and sky, land beneath Feet,” Papa said, pipe puffing, net mending, on Outer Hebrides. “Family, too,” he added, Father’s reassurance, windswept islands, Chilly summers, more […]
  • 1260. Migratory Urges
    How do we know where we belong? Was it Destined from birth or lies latent in DNA? Couple from St. Lawrence Seaway drove Twelve hours to stay at Virginia Assateague […]
  • 1255. Sister Muriel, Fern-Lined Path
    Irish forests deep, fern-lined path I walk, Elevated in faith, my feet touch not earthly Ground, my steps following Holy Mother Mary in my spiritual life, experiences rarely Shared, written […]
  • 1252. Willow and Vivanya, Part 3
    Part 3: Destined Fates (Last) Island evening, Vivanya and I, Willow, gazed Upon northern night-shimmering clouds,* Goddess’ sky-reaching hair unbound, sacred Fire-reign over her bridesmaids, elder water- Witch, such accolades […]
  • 1251. Willow and Vivanya, Part 2
    Part 2: Ancient Earth Forces “Child, what secrets do you hold? Vivanya Asked of me. Beneath our hillside, island Families built rock-lined spring, catching New-found water. “Survival of this island,” […]
  • 1250. Willow and Vivanya, Part 1
    Part 1: Vivanya, Water-Witch “They are hand-carrying water,” mother said, Outside window looking, Greer family arrived From Scottish mainland, settling on Hebridean Isle. New blood, generations crofting, sheep, Cows. From […]
  • 1245. Complexities, Ironies
    Can you feel it, my love? How laughter and Crying both quake the chest, take the breath. How eyes water, tears stream, until one engulfs The other, grief overtaking joy, […]
  • 1244. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 5
    Part 5: Celtic Guiding Voices (Last) Storm petrels we are, wing-darting tween When, where,” Hremsa stated, steerboard- Steady, groaning sailing dory, shredding Sails, returning, if not wind-squalled from Deific heights. […]
  • 1243. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 4
    Part 4: Celtic Myth-Memories Never had I felt seasick, island fishing boats, Papa’s able hands, foaming seas, colliding Wind-waves, Hremsa at steerboard, sailing Dory crest-skimming tween briny depths and Air, […]
  • 1242. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 3
    Part 3: Sea-Steering Steadying Hands “What bothers you so?” Hremsa asked of me, Willow, Scottish mainland marooned, lost to Family, Hebridean Isles.” “Island is dying,” I replied, “Two  years, peat […]
  • 1241. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 2
    Part 2: Desperate Discoveries Life on Outer Hebrides islands, perspectives, Sights narrowed, as if ocean viewed from ship Porthole, I, Willow, never ventured beyond our Foreshores. Upon fishing-croft landed, Jannet […]
  • 1240. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 1
    Part 1: Jannet and Kamden Life’s decisions, ocean passages, waves hard- Steep, Papa, another fisherman, rowing open Dory, we pushed for Atlantic steel-hull trawlers, With us mother, sick boy, seeking […]
  • 1239. Willow, Mother’s Wish
    Night awakened, wind-blown waves, island Crashing, white-crested, foam-streaked, Rolling onto our shores. “What, again?” Mother asked, cottage dark-cold, winter Refusing give way to spring. Cloud-swept dawn, grey wall of waves […]
  • 1238. Willow, New Breath Breathed
    Night quiet-cool, gentle breeze, sounds Traveled amongst cliffs and hills, ocean’s Rhythmic call, first birds stirring, awaiting Sunrise, melodies of sheep bells, island- Living harmonies, I arose from sleep to […]
  • 1237. Willow, North-Sea Storm
    Frosted window, bedroom-entering chill, Sunrise grey-clouded light, floor cold on Bare feet. Fireside hearth-room, I, Willow, Took first sips of warming tea, mother Porridge stirring, Papa arm-loads of peat. “What […]
  • 1236. Willow, Wake of Raibert
    We are earth, and earth has become us, Deep-rooted trees, branches extending From antiquity, beyond island families, Outer Hebrides, primitive boats of sail, Seafaring clans, migrating tribes invading, Inhabiting, blood […]
  • 1235. Willow and Celtic Shepherdess
    During sea-storms, each cottage is a ship,” Papa said, windblown rain door-pounding, Water seeping round window frames, earth- Filled double stonewall, bulwark against Late-autumn gales, long three days, nights, Flickering […]
  • 1234. Willow, Sacred Streams
    Clear streams near cottages field-wandered, Source of water, island life, gardens, sheep, Livestock. Drying days we searched its deep Earth source, enchanted spring Papa said. Mere trickle at its source. […]
  • 1233. Willow, Sunrise Celebrations
    Cold April moonlight crept across cottage Bedroom walls, tomb I imagined, single Small window for outward-peering dead, Awaiting resurrection, trumpet’s call, Divine light. Thus, I, Willow, was taught, Religious beliefs […]
  • 1229. Night Awakening
    Night awakening, I realized life is draining, Emotionally, physically, gnawing at my soul. Work, those I love, like dripping water, parts Of me diminished, lost, never to return. For Months, […]
  • 1228. Sleepless Nights
    Starless nights, clouded skies, darkness Awakened, bed rising, I feel the void, Many trials to overcome. In this, I am Not alone, others like me, sleepless Nights, yet we face […]
  • 1227. Willow, Halibut Fishing
    Tides pulling us seaward, boat rocking, Everything difficult, wet-heavy, fishing Long-lines tangled at my feet, Papa hard- Steering our sailing boat. “We are too far From shore,” he shouted into […]
  • 1226. Willow, Seafaring Ghosts
    Chill of morning mist, hilltops shrouded By scudding cloud, do I stay by warm Hearth fires or venture into lost, lonely Heights? “What will it be, Willow?” Papa Asked, answer […]
  • 1225. Willow, Secret Place
    Do you have secret place, rocky corner Grass-shrouded, hidden from view? Mine is sacred spot, clear cold water Flowing from crevice in stone face, Rippling pool beneath, few sips thirst- […]
  • 1224. Willow, Island Spring Awakening
    “Papa, can you feel island reawakening?” Sun’s warming light on my face, chilled Winds sea-lessening? Drip, drip, cold Water tasting, except in shaded rocky Crags, ice had disappeared. Earth’s deep […]
  • 1223. Willow, Fire and Stone
    Fire and stone, since ancient ages, burning And unburnt, inseparable from island life By hearth fires, winter we survive, light, Warmth, flickering flames, place to think, Pray, dream of spring […]
  • 1222. Willow, Spring Equinox
    First spring day visiting stone ruins, grass Overgrown in summer, miserable in winter, Desolation heart-piercing, wind-bracing Outpost, keen eyes headlands-searching, For Iron Age, Norse sea invaders, or keeping Beacon fires […]
  • 1221. Ellsbeth’s Norse Sea-Legend
    Coastal storm battering Hebrides outer isles, Children taking shelter in our stone cottage. Around flickering candlelight, Ellsbeth, elder Woman of our island told of Norse legend to Anxious girls and […]
  • 1220. Willow, Mystical Ocean
    “How far and wide is the ocean?” I asked Papa, strong-backed net-man, fishing our Livelihood. Patient pipe puffs, he replied, “Westward reaching cold depths, Willow, Beyond sight and touch.” Doubtful […]
  • 1219. Willow, Winter Island Rain
    When will spring arrive on outer Hebrides? Question I, Willow, asked to setting sun Dying violet light, short winter days, Eternal island nights, ghastly gales, cold, Windblown rain pelting our […]
  • 1218. Willow, Island Mist
    As if ship from foreign land, mist arrived, Grey sails, water heavy, sun vanquished, Our island slipped into nothingness. “Sorrow and doubt” mother called foggy Lantern-carrying days and nights, straying […]
  • 1217. Willow, Glenis’ Wake Song
    Alone on windy heights I sang, no words or Melodies memorized, I told of feelings within My soul, Willow, Hebridean island girl. Of These hills, fishing family life I spoke, […]
  • 1216. Willow and Brygidt
    Ocean reflecting clouds, fishing boats sails Reefed, Papa and I working nets, wet-heavy Weight, peering deep into still water. “You May see another face,” Papa said, “another Fairy-self, lifetimes past, […]
  • 1215. Willow, Ancestral Island Paths
    Who first walked island paths? Following Banks of grazing streams, winding, mist Rising into hillsides, steep-slope summits, One circling above, below the other, less Strenuous lower rocky route. “Who made […]
  • 1214. Willow, Standing-Stone Vision
    Misty Outer Hebrides isles, disappearing Cliffs, no beginning or end, we lived at Ocean’s raw edge, crofters Gaelic-speaking, Seafaring fishers, net mending, sails wind- Stretched. “Amongst ancient magic, we Live,” […]
  • 1213. Willow’s Shieling Visit
    Beyond distant hills, stone ruins I explored, “Stream or Strome,” papa said, rocky place Seldom visited, reasons never given nor I, Willow, asked, lest papa turned his head, Silencing my […]
  • 1212. Willow’s Island Pony Beven
    How old are island ponies, from whence Did they come? Wandering outer isles When Roman soldiers arrived, before “Albion” was coin-struck, painted Picts Guided them from shore-to-shore, across High-sloped folded […]
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