Born to slide

What double happiness as a parent in the snow! Pulling a bundle of joy behind, White slopes ahead, The air ringing with giggles. Watching the light reflected in young eyes that marvel at the world transformed. Sound muffled. Hands painfully alive. Hopes and prayers flung with wild abandon for a snow day and school closures….

Those Hands I knew as a boy

They gave me the gift of time, those hands. Turning over fossils, reading millennia like braille. Pointing out constellations and meteors. Slowly making smashed treasures whole again with painstaking stillness. I watched them as a boy, in awe of their size. Gripping the steering wheel, driving us to mountains. Oceans. Leathery. Big, turgid veins like…

When the bough breaks- to the tune of ‘Rockabye Baby’

For my son’s Guardian Angel   Make a rope swing, I thought, for my son: Fill sunny days with pendular fun, Thank God and all angels I tested the bough: To see if rough usage its strength would allow.   For down the bough came, my shoulders were struck: Although my blood flowed, I hold…

Out of Eden

  Two hearts, for which my heart beats Are safe within a locked ward. Resting, behind swaying curtains, tended by torch-bearing nurses. I drift along empty corridors.   Outside, a deep pre-dawn stillness reigns. The air hangs damp, yet somehow less cloying than those stifling bays, with the parent’s room saturated in tears. Every car…

MAKE SOME NOISE!

It was 2.57 pm on this sunny, Sunday afternoon (now 5 hours ago), and I was back in 1995 again. The doors of the Village Hall were humming in time to the bass. I could see the disco lights. I heard the dulcet, (or rather Dorset) tones of the DJ croon ‘I LIKE TO MOOVE…

Nurture

Early morning Sun lit your strong hands as you cradled the roots. Brows knit in concentration, tenderly lowering the blooms. Patting the soil as softly as I used to dry your tiny, unfurling limbs, when this was your bath. Your deep, Brown eyes look at your handiwork, then duelling crows on our rooftop drew you…

I’m the King of the Castle!

I can see why it happened. I can. I really can. I can even see how I may have contributed to it. Perhaps. My wife removes the ‘may’part. But when it happened it was awful. My mind clouds. All I could manage was a gutteral ‘OH FUCK’, and a lunge towards the household aisle. Where did this…

New Horizons

  You walk as one who has seen many things, Eyes to the front, to meet what is to come; Excited, primed for what the future brings, Yet still a backward glance for Dad and Mum.   School bag and water bottle held aloft, You have a stride, where once there was a bounce; Those…

Smoke Signal

It was the best part of a very shitty day. Sitting on the decking, Fin listened to the starlings and savoured his cigarette. The last of the colours were leaching out of the sky, and a bat skittered overhead. He revelled in the quietness. Replaying the argument in his head he drew on the fag…