Bell Rock Lighthouse

There stands a beacon where a bell proved weak,

Voice to the voyagers in luminous speak,

Identity unique by pulse precise,

Guidance given where the sea hides vice,

Ragged rock with a tidal view

Dwelt below the surface, steered untrue

Were the vessels in their passing, as they hoped to pass,

Made safe in the knowledge cast by coloured glass.

Fires on the hillsides, pillars by the ports,

Candle flames for safe escort,

Antiquity to modern, lighthouse gave

Synonymous, eponymous, strobes to save.


Soul Seekers

Yesterday the only blogger I’ve ever collaborated with…sounds rude, doesn’t it?!…reblogged our collaboration and inspired me to ask for more. Watch this space!

In the meantime, one of my other favourite people, Mark, wandered out from Australia’s bush territory, haggard and drought-ridden, in need of nurture by a Scottish handmaiden – ok, get with the programme, it’s not called poetry for nothing! – and has been settling in to a new way of life with the promise of his healing gifts being used for the benefit of many.

We got chatting…as you do.

And lo and behold, something he said triggered a response in me that led us to this collaboration in the comments section! I’m chuffed as f…anything. There’s a little magic in the moonlight and some wanderlust in souls that seek to find.

Soul seeker,

journey far in waxing, waning moon…

 Heart healer,

words of healing, life in tune…


Believe then, in magic,

writ by silver’d stars…

 And belief within,

Life open, without bars…


Hush, spirit, listen well,

heed that aching need…

 To find the truth,

the beginning of a seed…


Be still, in the knowing,

Let silence fill your mind…

 A gift from up above,

a wonder you will find…


No magic be cast here,

Mere souls in perfect tune…

 With love and a sharing,

Perfect harmony with the moon…


Be faithful to the aching…

The voice that cries within…

 For in that understanding,

is a love that’s always been.


A Feeling

There’s a movement afoot,

Can you feel it?

A dawning, a heavenly herald,

A belief in the brotherhood

Of humanity.

It’s sweeping right over the world.


There’s an aura of great expectation,

Of light

To pour from above,

Like drowning

In oceans of wonder,

Suffused with unending love.


There’s a knowledge that’s

Patently pending,

Already it’s making its way

From nation to nation,

Through calm contemplation,

Simple souls inspired, come what may.


There’s a phoenix that’s forming

From ashes,

His wings are ready to fly,

Head raised aloft,

His tone one so soft

Recurring death his reason for why


There’s a waiting in anticipation,

Vast wings

To envelop and keep

All souls together,

To tackle whatever,

Arousing our spirits from sleep.


There’s a beacon that’s shed

From great lighthouse

Protecting all fleets from the reefs

Station the braces,

Let wind fill the main sail,

Make ready to fulfil beliefs.


I’m feeling utterly frustrated tonight.

A couple of days ago I did a video reading Resolutions My Arse – The Glesca Version and wondered at the time why my voice sounded so low. Never thought too much about it. Last night I was round at my sister’s and noticed that my voice kept coming and going. This morning I woke with next to no voice at all and it has just gotten progressively worse throughout the day. So much so that I had to cancel a night out with my best friend. If there is one thing the two of us do is talk. And that would have been an impossibility. I started off the day sounding like a combination of Mickey Mouse and Kermit. Now, more like a really quiet Flipper.

I can only recollect one other time when I lost my voice almost completely and I was in class. Rather than getting louder the children grew quieter and quieter. I am obviously the source of most of the noise! My house is exceptionally quiet tonight. I gave up signing furiously. And swearing under your breath in frustration just does not have the same impact.

But at least I can type. 😉

For Now

For now, you’ll see a glimpse of life,

A fragment, just a little slice,

Enough to tempt and titillate.

Any more you wouldn’t cope,

You’d lose all trust and sense of hope.

For now, just watch and wait.


For now, my plans are quite concealed,

Later they will be revealed

When time is ripe for you.

Live it now and have no fear,

My eye is watching, hand is near

For now, your life is true.


For now, my angels guide your way,

Protect and shelter come what may,

All this, a mystic plan.

Revel in the gifts I’ve given,

Portents of a hint of heaven,

For now, no better one.


For come the day all answers lie

Before your mind and inner eye

You’ll know my cause was just.

The truth you’ll see and understand,

I hold all life in loving hand

For tread this track you must.


For now, let doubts be cast away,

Trust my love and, in time, sway

To heaven’s blessed chorus.

No greater plan you have to seek,

It unfolds before you, each day, each week

For now, bow to all glorious.


For now, this gift of life I give,

Receive it well and fully live

In spirit’s guiding orbit.

Be sure of love and light eternal,

The hub, the core, I am the kernel

Forever, your soul’s conduit.


For a better place will still appear,

I’ll comfort you and hold you dear,

At journey portion’s end.

Alchemy, base turns pure,

Be not afraid, instead be sure

For I am your truest friend.

Are You Important?

Are you important?

Well, are you?

Can you control a ball like Beckham?

Can you sing like Annie Lennox?

Can you act like Jack Nicholson?

Do you look like Hugh Jackman? 🙂


Do you?

Are you, at all, important?


Well, fuck me, excuse my French!!

You’re here.

You’re alive.

You breathe.

You feel.

You think.

You give.

You take

And so, give others

The opportunity to give.

You are a child

Deserving of cuddles

And love

And you are



Not held

In banks,

Or bonds,

Or offshore,

Or wherever.

I see you.

I know you.

I hear you.

I believe

You are here

For a reason

As am I.

Are you important?

God damn right you are!!!

Go you!