Lockdown 3 (Day 25): Inside

A voice message. I hear the sadness, pain and anguish among the words, the breath, the hesitation and fluctuating voice. It is clear. My heart aches to hear it. There is no way to be there, to wrap arms around, to comfort.

A telephone conversation. I hear the deep breath before confession. I hear what I already thought was so. Apologies are unnecessary. I am grateful for the respect this honesty shows. Thank you for the courage you found to speak. I am relieved to find the story I built around lies can be re-constructed with truths.

A text. I see the angry confusion that comes from frustration; witness the retreat. I recognise the reaction, the wounded withdrawal to safety. This is not my family. It is not for me to intervene. My white charger is out to pasture, but I am here if needed.


CLP 30/01/2021

On Losing (19)

What’s the bloody point

If it ends up in the drink?

“Go straight to Gaol do…”


n.b. Complete the well known phrase from a popular unpopular board game in words of your own...no one has a monopoly on truth.

CLP 20/12/2020

Poem Found in Poems

I’m in love

In a cemetery of secret desires

Soft lips, all for one

Until dawn breaks

Gently, I came to his shore

Coincidences cocked my senses

Breathed love that penetrated me

A rose blooming in a garden of roses

Watered by crocodile tears


n.b. Today, 1st October, 2020 is National Poetry Day in the UK. Thank you to inspirational poets where ever you are today.

CLP 01/10/2020