ButterfliesSometimes when an animal is bornit’s formis essentially what it will become.The caterpillar though is different-it needs to survivelong enoughFor a a change, so difficult.It locks itself awayFor a painful transformationOther creaturesDo not question whyWhen it emerges a butterflySo confident and sureIt’s not hard to seeThat nature is strongestWhen there’s diversity.
I love op shops. When I left home I had no money and needed things like clothing and cookware that were good enough to use but cheap enough to buy. Over time necessity gave way to hunting for pleasure. I have come to love the thrill of the chase – and love rescuing the treasuresContinue reading “Treasure hunt”
The imagesMy memories are sepia toned photographssinking furtherinto the bracken watersof time.My words arethe digital echoesflowing awayinto an unknown etherline by line.
There is something about the Wellington Harbour that is singing to my soul at the moment. This poem was inspired by my evening train journey home after a day working in the office. I saw an Inter-Islander ferry coming through the mouth of the Harbour, it was if she had called to the fog toContinue reading “Idle thoughts”
This is poem #1 of my self-imposed “2 week boot camp”. The aim is to post a poem every day for two weeks! I had a very close relationship with my maternal grandmother, she taught me how to crotchet and how to put food on the table when surprise visitors drop in. Her lavender scentedContinue reading “History and destiny calling my name?”