On Christmas Morn Copyright © Rod O'Donoghue 2011

The white moon wanes at dawn of winterʼs day
While fairy dust, once sprinkled on the lawn,
Begins to steam and upward wends its way.

Losing You Copyright © Jen Overett 2011

You would quietly admire, I hope,
my reach for calm and order
before I even greet each waking day

It spoke to me Copyright ©Rod OʼDonoghue 2011

Silent
in this
noisy world

Ladybird Copyright © Jen Overett 2011

When I was maker of your sky,
I sent you playing
Full of fiercest care,

Vase of Daffodils Copyright © J.S.Watts 2011

Bright enough to burn
Into a bleakly urban Tuesday morning -
Vase of yellow sunshine on my window sill.

Description of a room Copyright © Sally Gardner 2011

Lithe liquid shadows dance on antique white,
gold flecked geckos kiss above the door.
Victorian chairs aware of feminine curves,

Hairbrush Copyright © Florence Cox 2011

Borrowed hairbrush on the sill,
rich with a birdʼs nest of your brown hair...
Yes, it is brown still; you are young.

MARTHA Copyright © Cameron Hawke Smith 2011

She has no own space but this,
the book she has wrapped in a towel
too worn for other service.

Camp Fire Copyright © Sally Anne Adams 2011

Kumbaya my Lord we sang
around the dancing flames
our bottoms on the clay.

Astrobun Copyright © Colin Whyles 1995

We used to have a rabbit
Who would climb up on the shed
She was closer to the stars,