My First Poetic Birthday!

Sky Window

Inscription to Evil

Your eyes perceived the offering –

ripe suckling pig offered on ego’s altar.

Fangs tore flesh, and cud was

savoured. Voiceless, innocence burned;

Betrayer invoked betrayal,

tearing fragility whisper-thin.

Blows descending, betrayed shrank into a pit

shame-thick and denial-sunk. Sneering talons clawed

soul. Comatose, Heart beat on.

Shame bled dark on a soul-stain as tearless face

silently screamed. Hope of healing ripped raw the ooze;

Endangered, You clutched the more. Friend

kissed betrayal, marrying decay to heart-stir;

Agony poured fire into fatal wounds.

Battered, Heart beat on.

Soul stirred to staunch the flow

but band-aids bled away. Exhausted, Heart

cried to Healer; Wounded hands

leaked Love! You perceived and trembled,

lost footing, unleashed hell-fury, unwilling to

surrender your masterpiece.

Heart, circulating a blood not its own,



Quivered on feet of glass.

Rage-screamed, You roared your hate-stench

but wounded hands held fast.


life-blood bled into Heart.

Glass feet glowed, diamond-studded in refining blaze.

Heart beat – IthinkIcan, IthinkIcan.

IknowLovecan,  IknowLovecan.

Flying, weightless, treading the wings of the dawn,

Heart  discarded crutch.  Leaped.  Danced.

Alive,  Heart  exhaled, inhaled, filled lungs with sweetness.

And words, flaking off like scales,

indelibly penned Inscription to Evil,

covering scars with skin.

Exactly one year ago today, I posted this poem, my first on this blog which did not start out poetic! It would take several months before I claimed the title of poet. More than 880 poems in the 365 days following this initial offering. I am honoured and humbled by the encouraging response and support of my blogging community, and honoured and humbled that God has blessed me with this gift – what a sweet surprise it has been to see it unveiled, to learn the joy and release of expressing my thoughts in this new form. Today is a day to celebrate – the Voice I lost so long ago has been found, restored, and unleashed!  The power of this miracle takes my breath away…

Pulling Petals

Daisy in the dark

Childhood sits in meadow bower,

pulling petals from a flower –

Love me not, or love me well,

only days to come will tell.

Time moves on, and hope blooms bright,

but girlish dreams will die this night.


Maiden rests in meadow green,

pulling petals from their sheen;

dying, petals lose their bloom

as tears soak bridal glory’s tomb.

Time moves on, and hope fades fast,

the die is set, her fate is cast.


Mother sinks in meadow shade,

pulling petals in the glade;

habit tells her love belongs

to children and their hopeful songs.

Time moves on, and hope lies dead,

daisies, fringeless, sink like lead.


Woman weeps in meadow bare,

pulling petals which aren’t there;

empty heart bleeds petals past,

and bleeding, seeds its peace at last.

Time moves on, and hope renews,

as Wounded hands hold girl’s deep bruise.