Author Archives: david davidson

      He spoke Light, the language we had all forgotten, and left His words in the doorways they opened, so that those doors could never close again.

    What did you learn, how did you use the gift of your life? I learned how easily gold slips through my fingers, and how much despair fallen gold creates. But I learned something else too, something about my heart and about love, that love can make a new kind of gold from myContinue reading “Fallen Gold”

I’m impressionable, everything affects me, every look, every feeling, every kindness, every carelessness act, my own and others. By the end of the day I’m dimpled like the page of an old letterpress book, then gradually in the night, my flesh expands and becomes smooth again, the impressions lift off and are stored in theContinue reading “Vulnerable”

I was watchingtwo hoverfliesearly this morning,they’d hang in the airalmost motionless,then they’d engageone another in a frenzyfor a few moments,then separateand hang again.   They were like my thoughts,I would manage to still my mindfor a few moments then I’d be off,worrying about whyI hadn’t written any poetryor whether the courgette leaveswere going to starveContinue reading “Hoverflies”

Is that you my beloved? Is that your cool hand I can feel on my cheek as I wake from my slumbers? Ah no, sadly no, it’s the embrace of night herself, night and her mischievous children who come to play in the garden of my mind until the light of day chases them away.

I sympathise with you, married to a fool, a loud obnoxious man, filled with indignation at what life has sent him and still believing he has rights. I thank you too, even though I know you have no choice in the matter I thank you just the same, for seeing through it all and stayingContinue reading “Soul”

Poems are important,secret passages to another realm,another world where life itself is a poem,night and day, the sun and the rain,the leaves on the trees andthe troubles of men all part of it,a poem where life, death and rebirthall have their place,and everything rhymes.

I sat by the embers of last night’s fire and watched the morning sun set the treetops ablaze. You came as you always do, like a whisper in the night, and I felt my heart thicken with peace. I am afraid, but with you beside me I have nothing to fear.