Category: poetry

Firebird

You are my firebird

flame-red, flame-yellow

~

over the ash-black

of your wings

~

the white-hot

flickering of your flight.

~

You are my phoenix

my miracle-worker

~

unaware of the magic

you make in me

~

your worshipper

as you flit across the field.

I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – 
A Ribbon at a time – 
The Steeples swam in Amethyst – 
The news, like Squirrels, ran – 


The Hills untied their Bonnets – 
The Bobolinks – begun –
Then I said softly to myself –
“That must have been the Sun”!

But how he set – I know not –
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while – 

Till when they reached the other side – 
A Dominie in Gray – 
Put gently up the evening Bars – 
And led the flock away –

This wonderful poem by Emily Dickinson inspired me when I first read it in my late teens, and it still inspires me today.

The photograph was taken from my village, Morchard Bishop in Devon, looking at Dartmoor in the distance.

Sparks of Nothingness

Gazing at their brilliance

          I think of the miracle of all things

                      made from nothing

~

And us, mere sparks of nothingness,

          yet blessed by supernatural solicitude

destined like children of light

          to shine in a darkened universe.