Poppies (1914 – 2019)

a poppy seed flies in the wind
and landing lightly on the earth
lies waiting for sun’s energy
to germinate and give it birth

a droplet falls from rainy skies
weak sunlight warming with its rays
until in spring new growth begins
it’s bloom sublime on summer days

blood red a field of poppies shine
each one a hundred others yield
these symbols ever in our hearts
of all who die on Flanders field


Remembering Grenfell 2 years on

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On 14 June 2017, a fire broke out in the 24-storey Grenfell Tower block of flats in North Kensington, West London at 00.54 am BST; it caused 72 deaths, including those of two victims who later died in hospital. More than 70 others were injured and 223 people escaped.

Remembering Grenfell

where escape routes were none

where there was nowhere to run

where the flames lit the sky

where they prayed not to die


how they screamed while we cried

how come so many died

how come nowhere to turn

how come ‘jump or you’ll burn’


what a loss for those living

what they feel – unforgiving

what horrors they saw

what hell can hurt more


who fought against flames

who’s still searching for names

who still digs where fire laid them

who was it betrayed them


why were people not heard

when they passed on the word

where those dangers might lie

– who turned a blind eye?

A sad farewell

I watched alone by sunlit edge
of pond and meadow touching hands,
those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled,
gold dessication incomplete.
While water ruffling to shore
beneath bowed willows’ trailing arms
pushed tender shards of russet brown
to curl contentedly in reeds.
No harsh sounds to be heard that day
– all living things were hushed and still,
yet autumn whispered in the breeze
and summer hummed a sad farewell.