the open door


at the drop

of a pine needle


I find the forest

deep in thought


Notes from the Gean, 3:3, December 2011




the sconce

in the hornbeam…

leaf-gold light


Notes from the Gean, 3:3, December 2011



son of mine

what’s done is done…

seed by seed, I’d breathe

back the dandelion clock,

place its stem in your hand


Eucalypt, issue 11, 2011




your tea’s by the bed!

dust motes twirl in the light

from the open door…

he’s up with the sun, Mum says,

our Dad, dead thirty years


Eucalypt, issue 11, 2011



3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Brian
    Dec 15, 2011 @ 14:15:00

    Maybe that explains why forests are so conducive to contemplation, they’re already “deep in thought” when we arrive.

    From kindred others to sons and mothers…a poignant collection of superb beauty to savour with my morning coffee. An early Yule gift. Thank you, Claire.



  2. sanjuktaa
    Dec 17, 2011 @ 14:18:33

    So lovely, Claire…all of them!


    • Claire
      Dec 17, 2011 @ 19:34:08

      Sanjukta, what a lovely surprise to see you here and thank you so much for your comment.

      Brian, as always, my friend, thank you for being the reader my poems were looking for when they found their wings…


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