Warrior Souls πŸ”₯ ~ A Short Video Reflection

This is a video recording of a piece I wrote called A Reflection for the Warrior Souls. It’s for anyone who has ever feared their righteous anger, lest it devour their tender hearts. ❀️ ___________ Justice. Equity. Integrity. They are the causes that speak deeply to your heart. Your inner fire burns deep, scorching heavily…

The Grandmother 🌺

A narrative reflection I wrote, on the Wise Old Woman within. πŸ™ May she forever be honoured and held close to our hearts. The Grandmother β€˜Why the long face?’ The children laughed As they crowded into the lonely man’s cave. He stared at them with baleful, bleary eyes That had long been deprived of the…

‘Bear With Us’ (a Poem)

This is dedicated to business owners all over the world, as current circumstances force them to close down, with no clear path ahead. This poem arose as a response to a recent writing prompt I saw, which was “bear“. The phrase “bear with us” came to mind immediately, and as the plight of small business…

‘Jim’ – Spoken Word Art

Recently, I’ve begun to experiment with sharing my poetry in video format, combining the words with images and music to bring the stories to life. My first effort, ‘Jim,’ is below. ❀️

‘Perhaps You Didn’t See it’ (a Poem and a Painting)

This poem and painting were featured in Just My Cup of Tea magazine recently, and it is an honour to share them both here today.Β β˜οΈπŸ¦… Perhaps you didn’t see it: How they flew above you And turned circles of hope – Their feathers traced out a pattern you once understood. Perhaps you didn’t hear it:…

‘Petals’ (a Poem)

The path was strewn with petals. Fading daylight Rested on your fingers Your chest Your eyes That would never again Behold the changing seasons: Never marvel at the spring buds That appear in warmer days, Or watch birds taking flight, Turning towards home As winter closes in. They reminded us: Love is never lost. The…

‘Fall Away’ (a Poem)

Step back Into dreams That have fallen away. Those hopes that held your heart Are calling again: Louder now, A piercing note that cuts through the din.

‘The Way You Were’ (a Poem)

There is a promise in her eyes: A word you heard long ago, perhaps, On your night of yearning and tenderness When hope bloomed before your feet And held its breath in the air above.