Poetry Mondays: See

While putting the finishing touches to my own 2019 Advent book, it has been a joy to pick up my copy of Malcolm Guite's wonderful Waiting on the Word and begin again the daily readings of poetry, elucidated by the thoughts of a great poet. The first few poems in the book have to do … Continue reading Poetry Mondays: See

Poetry Monday: Armistice Sonnets

All four of the sonnets I wrote for the centenary of the end of World War 1 have now been filmed, and here they are in order. They also exist as a single video on YouTube. You are welcome to show the videos in churches and at any event commemorating the armistice. If you would … Continue reading Poetry Monday: Armistice Sonnets

Poetry Mondays: Golden Wedding

It's the season of wedding anniversaries! Ours today, which we share with several friends, and many more to celebrate over the summer. We're only at Lace (13 years) and very grateful for every year. I love celebrating with people who have reached the Silver, Ruby, Gold and Diamond milestones. Here's a poem I wrote as … Continue reading Poetry Mondays: Golden Wedding

Poetry Mondays: fun with first lines

As part of the writers' retreat at Scargill, some of us got together to have a mini workshop, using lines from Brian Bilston's very funny Index of First Lines to create our own poems. This was my attempt. Why not click on the link above to see the original poem (and hilarious ensuing thread) on … Continue reading Poetry Mondays: fun with first lines

Poetry Monday: Path

I'm off to Scargill House in Yorkshire this week, for an annual writers' retreat led by Adrian and Bridget Plass. This poem was written for them, and the metaphor in it is one they often use: a narrow path of grace between the mountains of law and the swamp of licence. You can find this … Continue reading Poetry Monday: Path

Poetry Monday: Trees

I'm not sure how this poem is not yet included in my blog, given that it has now appeared in several other places on the internet. Time to put that right. The poem grew from a remark made by Malcolm Guite on one of his retreat days at Otley hall; I forget the context, but … Continue reading Poetry Monday: Trees

Poetry Mondays: Why doesn’t prayer work on sleepless children?

I think it's time to bring one of my most-shared poems to a new home on this page.  I wrote it in 2012 when most of my nights consisted of pacing the floor with my baby son, punctuated by replacing my three year old in her bed.  With both of them, I often resorted to … Continue reading Poetry Mondays: Why doesn’t prayer work on sleepless children?