Tag: #concretewords
It began with heart hammering, dry mouth, sickening dread and a turning away as feet chose to flee rather than face the path they should tread. Days had passed when conscience, duty and a deep sense of commitment had pressed reluctance aside and forced me forward. Days spent sink standing …
Little fellows like this have been rudely interrupting my beauty sleep of late. A dawn chorus of cheerful cheeping. A morning song rejoicing in the sheer joy of being alive. An intrusion for an insomniac mind and body already depleted and bone-weary. Who wants to be disturbed when a body …
Sometimes there is a song needing to be sung, a word waiting to be heard, or a poem pressing to be penned. Today is one of those days. My offering is a poetic lament in support of M.E. Awareness Week (May 6th – 12th) and the way people with this condition are …
A road can be as long or short as our perspective of it. Stretching on endlessly for miles or running out of path to tread before we know it. Outside our home, the road was adjunct to playing space as we pushed prams full of dolls jostling within, roller-skated, hopscotched, …
Confession time today – I’m a bit of a hand-wash harridan. As a nurse, I spent more time than I care to count washing my hands at a sink. Those were the days before alcohol sprays and hand-sanitisers were prevalent. We washed and scrubbed as if our lives (or that …