Memorable Meal

This is a poem which is based on an experience I had - when we had to sell our home, due to the failure of my husband's business, when his business partner was diagnosed with terminal cancer. The 'story' is partially fictionalised, but inspired by our true story.

Memorable Meal


They sit amongst cardboard boxes and rubbish sacks,
dirty crockery stacked on granite work-tops,
take-away containers, half-eaten plates of Sri-Lankan food.
One final meal in the home they have taken twenty years
to create, hastily eaten with friends… come to help
dismantle their life: take it apart piece by piece, like the
old wardrobe, now lying with hinges unscrewed and bolts undone,
dishevelled, displaced, in a heap on the kitchen floor.

She clenches her eyelids in a futile attempt to stop the tears
as she sorts through her children’s toys, throws her
daughter’s drawings away, her son’s first pair of shoes,
trying not to tear his favourite posters as she removes
them from the room where he was born, their lives
destroyed by the words: ‘six months to live’…
Future plans discarded, memories and treasures
hurriedly packed away, perhaps to be resurrected one day.

Inverkirkaig Bay

I wrote this poem, when holiday near Lochinver in NW Scotland in 2007 - an attempt to describe the beautiful and peaceful location, which inspired the poet Norman MacCaig, to write many of his poems!
I hope to go back there again soon!



Inverkirkaig Bay


A clock ticks away the solitary hours
the occasional cry of a bird
wind sighs through blue-green firs
a single car makes its way
slowly...
along the shore road
The sleepy sound of water
swaying against the stones in the bay
the hushed chattering of crickets
a bee buzzes past my window
meandering on its way
collecting nectar
from purple flowers on the hillside.

Lazy sunshine peers through white mist
silver-sparkling patterns on grey wrinked waters

So far away from the busy-ness
of London life
this wild, remote countryside
where poets are born.


Note: Inverkirkaig Bay (North West Scotland) was a favourite haunt of the poet Norman MacCaig.

Poems - Wales

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Aberystwyth Beach


Walk along a pebbled beach

on a bright spring's morning

Sea-birds floating

beneath scattered

tumbling clouds

White-crested waves

dancing

laughing

chasing

Hear my whisper

in the cool salt-laden breeze

Delight in My presence as I delight in yours



Watch, a little later

the sun in golden fury

Paints the sky

with pink and crimson flames

Angry waves battle

against unyeilding rocks

Darkness creeps silently

a blanket spreading from the east

Through the storm

hear My voice of peace



Return when night has filled the air

the sea lies calm at last

Restless waves now murmuring

rocking gently

Be comforted by the stillness

As stars watch over the slumbering world

know My love for you.