Author Archives: david davidson

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 starve theContinue 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.