He stayed there most nights
and imagined summers
the buzz of bees and lawnmowers
combining into a symphony
Photo by Sarah Taylor; Poetry by Heather Taylor
Photo by Sarah Taylor; Poetry by Heather Taylor
Poem : The Way
Sometimes you lose it
Find yourself in a back streets
counting nickels to give beggars
Stop to help strangers with directions
Photo by Sarah Taylor; Poem by Heather Taylor
Poem: Moving On
Just yesterday it was filled with voices:
A warm laugh, a baby’s first cry,
a mother mourning a first born
left home for his own happy marriage.
Photo by Sarah Taylor; Poem by Heather Taylor
Poem : Rapunzel
Square turrets
Open sky
Brick pieces
Jutting handholds
Shuttered windows
Anniversary
I couldn’t let the day go by without saying something about the bombings last year. I can’t believe they happened in the first place let alone that a year went by when 52 people were killed by bombs on buses and in the tubes. At 10 to 9 this morning, wreaths were layed at Kings Cross, Edgware Road, Russell Square and Liverpool Street. And a memorial will be tonight. It’s a sad day in London and across the UK.
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Photo by Sarah Taylor; Poem by Heather Taylor
Poem: Sparks
We write our names across the sky
Willing them to the universe
Wishing on stars and blown out candles
For the one we want, are dreaming of