Let Me In


Serrated plates,

rows of overlapping scales

went out with the disappearance of the dinosaurs,

died on a Medieval joust;

discard the armour.

Little one,

precious child,

let Me in.

Go to Sleep, My Son

Go to sleep, my son,

the cold has come to stay;

dream your dreams of springtime sun

while winter has its sway.

Drift to lands of warmth and grace

while tucked in cosy bed;

my roots will hold your heart in place,

so rest your weary head.


Image courtesy of El Bueno, El Feo y El Malo

Yours the burden of engineering roof,

Of weaving a covering to hem my heart in;

Yours the choosing of living  aloof,

Of turning a blind eye to layers wearing thin.

I cried in the downpour; your ears heard me not.

I melted in summer heat; your eyes didn’t see.

I begged for your covering; you gave me no thought;

I whispered your name; you ignored whimpered plea.

You left me open to terror by night;

You left me helpless to predators on prowl;

I prayed for a roof, for your guidance, your light,

Your gave the legacy of ignorance foul.

My heart grew deep callouses, my voice hid away;

I adjusted to circumstance, and lowered my eyes.

This charge at your pitiful door I now lay –

You failed me. ¬†Your protection was just thin disguise…

Lean on Me

Lean on me, little one,

The days ahead are dark;

The wicked winds will try their best

To leave an angry mark.


Lean on me, little one,

This world is cold and bleak;

Your tender heart needs time to grow

And find the self you seek.


Lean on me, little one,

It is the only way

That you will gain the strength you need

Before you face the fray.


Lean on me, little one,

My love will cling to you,

Let it be the sunshine that will

Paint your palette true.