1st March 2018

Flakes flutter down
Delicate and soft past the window
Their numbers gather, quicken
'Til a hastening throng blusters beyond the misted glass
Creating winter blankets to caress a busy city in glittering white
Travel slows, some schools close
A welcome surrender to a lesser pace
The blizzard calms, leaving behind its snowy wake
In the playground a fresh floor winks untouched
Beckoning the first pair of eager feet
Children play and laugh like a late Christmas card
Snow-capped boots jump and stamp
Snowballs fly, little legs slide
Bitter cold never brought such glee.


21st January 2018


Umbrellas and hooded raincoats stand up for justice near Downing Street
Voices unite under a shower of sleet
Calling, hoping, stamping for a more tolerant world
Sharpie letters emboldened on sticks declare,
'Men of quality do not fear equality!'
Toes wiggle against the sharpening cold.

A wet dash for the tube towards the promise of relative warmth beyond the barriers
Once home, a boiling pot of loose leaf tea is poured out
Hot mugs clutched and sipped eagerly
Socks laid to dry on the radiator, while feet are tucked under rugs
Lamb joint pricked with rosemary sprigs and garlic spikes fills the room with roast aroma
Perfect roast potatoes offered round to fill the hungry wait
Taken between fingers, gentle crunch, fluffy centre,
Warm as my heart.

18th January 2018

The happy sight of an old friend (near London Bridge)
Strangers laughing at the bar
A big smile and a wave
Hugs, hugs, hugs that warm the cockles of your soul !
Calimari, meatballs and sweet potato shared
Cheers to then, and cheers to now - 
The hard times, the great times!

Then a stroll along the familiar Thames, arm in arm
An illuminated St Paul's, still standing
Its grand image mirrored on the glimmering river's surface
Blue and white lights linger from Christmas
Gabriel's Wharf - the enticing smell of gourmet pizza (though we've had our fill)
A triangular corridor of flickering neon -
The latest Bankside installation
We wander through against the crowd
The sound of the stones as we pass BFI -
A shared grin and a head bang.

As we approach Waterloo more sounds announced
A solo drummer flicks his sticks with skill and ease
Crowds march by to their trains
We stand and listen
Until he too goes home.
It's been too long,
Until next time, my friend.


10th December 2017

On a Sunday morning mission to forage for breakfast
The flakes began to fall
Unprepared we dash home, dampened with Winter confetti
Thawing out, mug in hand, I stand the warm side of the glass
Gazing out at the white flurry, softly blowing over grey rooftops.

Pancake mixture stirred with glee and elbow grease
Flipped 'til gently blistered brown
And ready for strawberry sweetness and sharp lemon
You said I make your space feel like a home
I like that place on your chest
Like a dormouse likes its nest.