Monthly Archives: March 2012


She couldn’t stop thinking
About hands
At first it was his hands
And her inability to remember
Their look
     The way they felt
     As they tousled her hair
     After he touched his lips
     To the top of her head
          The warmth of them
          Cupping her breast
          Thumb teasing nipple
          Gentling her into sensuality
               Their comforting circular rhythm
               Easing her into sleep
               On nights her mind
               Roared and raced
Conversely she could never forget
How cold and heavy they were
When she lifted them to her lips 
For one last kiss
The hands of a clock
Winding down
As the mechanism of her life
Once simple tasks
Now as daunting as Everest
Her own hands
Gripping the handles 
Of her walking frame
Tenaciously gouging 
From an uncooperative body
Hands of strangers
Tentatively offered
Gratefully accepted
As she struggled
With the minutiae of life
In public places
The hands of family and friends
Reaching out
Giving comfort and assistance
Wrapped around the handles of her wheelchair
Pushing her lovingly
Back into the gallery and theatre of life
Tricia 03/2012

au revoir

au revoir


I turned in the night to find your arms around me

we spoke

our words deep blue sapphires

dancing amidst soft white clouds

we kissed

our kiss the burnt orange of summer’s sun

sinking slowly into the ocean

we held each other

until the dream ended

and death

claimed you

once more



This was my first post on the blog. Decided to repost as a way of  getting started again.


As the title suggests I have been in blog hibernation for a couple of weeks. I have almost 200 unread emails in my inbox, and may not have time to read them all. I will return to the blogosphere next week. Every now and then I just have to take a time out. Hope you are all finding the words.

Bye for now. Tricia