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Saturday, 16 May 2020

Walking Pauses

Walking Pauses

Poem from todays walk - 3 miles to and around South Norwood Lake and Grounds dedicated to Walk the Walk, raising awareness and funds for breast cancer.
https://walkthewalk.charitycheckout.co.uk/pf/katie-rose


Walking Pauses
Any walk is punctuated by significant pauses,
Places and spaces to breathe amidst pacing,
Rests within rhythm, silence within sound,
Where wonder entwines with wandering.
A stop to smell the roses by the church,
Scented with wistful longing for the singing
Of my choirs and the strains of orchestras
Humming in the mighty chambers of its heart.
The liberation when the clutter of streets
Opens out into an explosion of cloud across sky,
Captured in twilight's molten metallic mirror,
Captivating my meandering mind
In a moment of watery wonder.
An encounter with a feathery formation
Of snoozing ducks, whose camouflaged eyes
Glance at me with glassy suspicion,
Unconvinced by my friendly smiles.
A tug at the heartstrings, a pang of sadness
At the loneliness of a stunted, stooped man
Shuffling painfully along the water's edge,
His solitary circuits lapping the edges of mine.
Ripples of remembrance for the ones I loved
Who walked free of their dance with cancer,
The ones still held in its insistent grip
And the ones who slipped away in its arms.
- They walk on in my footsteps
And they linger in the pauses in between.

















Wednesday, 29 April 2020

Rebel Dandelion

And today I had a moment of getting spellbound by a dandelion clock #naturesbeauty


Fluffy cloud of clockfaced perfection
Clustered amidst a tangle of brambles
And barbed wire. Spokes of time
Counted out in seed bearing spindles,
Two toned carriers of precarious
Yet potent parachuting potential
To spread a golden dandelion roar
Across another patch of scorched earth.
Weeds to gardeners, toys to children,
Glowing reminders of the tenacity of nature,
Growing in spirited, rootsy rebellion amidst
Threats and labels, litter and concrete,
Your illuminated aureole magnetises me
Into a magical contemplation of your
Beautiful face, stilling my solitary feet
And stirring that inexplicably soothing
Sense of nature's vast and wild embrace,
Where all things, tangled or fragile,
Have an unlabelled, unique place.

Rebel Dandelion, Katie Rose 29.04.20



Sunday, 19 April 2020

Disinterested Ducks

Disinterested Ducks

Bird out on a limb
standing solo
centre stage
on the rubber outpost
in the lake -
gangly, diffident.
socially distant ducks
float by
completely
disinterested
in the show,
their circular motions
converging on the
the flitter flapper,
ducking diving,
splatter natter
of twilight washing.
And I wonder,
in these slower days,
do they catch a
glimpse of fresher
skies or notice the
decreased skating
of upside down trains
and planes
across the mirror
of their watery home
Do they regard
this spring,
voluminous with
fragrant blossom
and puffy leaves,
as the one when
the volume of their songs
finally got turned up
above the human melee
And will we come
to remember this spring
as the one where we painfully
disintegrated
but also returned,
our circles converging
on a quieter way
of spending our days
in the simple appreciation
of the wind wafting
through the crooked arms
and water trailing manes
of whispering willow trees
and the circular motions
of disinterested ducks
rippling across the water.
Katie Rose 18.04.20



Wednesday, 8 April 2020

Yellow Rose

Yellow Rose
A bud of golden hope
Just arrived at my door
Tightly coiled in the clasp
Of tiny twirling branches
Carrying the promise of
Bright spring days and
Ripening blossoms
In its furled beauty.
So these coiled days
Where we draw in,
Carry the promise of
Greater care and tenderness
When from bud we bloom
Carrying the love of those
We have lost on the branches
Of spring's golden song

These are truly extraordinary times - not least because of the outpouring of love and care which rises to sustain us amidst the grief and fear. Just wanted to say a huge THANKYOU to everyone who has sent me messages, pictures, jokes, flowers, donations, given me shout-outs, come to sing online or stopped for a socially distant chat. I really miss you all, Zoom Choirs make me mist up and my heart goes out to all frontline workers, those who are unwell, those grieving loved ones and those facing this crisis in poverty, war, violence and displacement. I hold hope that in the quiet time we are seeding potential for a huge hug fest and explosion of creativity that could help make our world a more loving, sustainable, fair, caring, beautiful place to be.
With thanks to Zuleika for the Rose

Tuesday, 12 February 2019

Morning Cityscape

Two men asleep on the tube.
One lady trying not to fall asleep.
One man leaps up-
A bubble of language and he is gone.
A ball of peach fire rises above the telecom tower,
Shedding golden splatters as it ascends.
The hazy world of morning is lit up
And the city breathes silently
A deep creature of concrete.
Sound and maze of electricity -
The grey curtain above this molten skyscape
Mirrors the grey of the world beneath.
The city lives and as I travel through it
I am part of the great creature it is.


I found this poem in a notebook from 2002
I wrote it when I was doing early morning commutes from south to north London

 Photo: Pixabay

Thursday, 4 October 2018

Keep a Space - a Poem for #NationalPoetryDay


In the last minutes of #NationalPoetryDay I made a little space for some words to arrive

Keep a space

Keep a space -
For the dreams that dance across the mind
Scattering star showers of inspiration.

Keep a space -
For the precious creative wanderings without
Destination, yet full of magical destiny.

Keep a space -
For the music that sets your spirit aglow
And harmonises the strings of your heart.

Keep a space  -
For the deep, quiet stillness that allows you
To press reset when life is overloaded.

Keep a space -
For the beloveds of your heart's chamber,
Before life moves you on.

Keep a space -
A sanctuary away from the glare of screens,
A garden of natural joys and simple pleasures.

Keep a space -
A space beyond the intellect that jostles to know,
A place where all subsides into the unknown.




Monday, 18 June 2018

The Singing Space

The Singing Space

We Sing
      And let our sorrows be soothed
      In the balm of healing melodies

We laugh
      And let waves of sound roll through us
      Shaking our worries into smiles

We tell our stories
      And are cared for and care for each other
      Without carrying or being carried

We harmonise
      And restore a sense of peaceful connection
      Within and all around us

We stretch
     And grow into a singing space
     Just beyond our everyday world

We pause
      And in the breath between sounds
      Take a moment of restful respite


13/6/18 
#CarersWeek Poem dedicated to Croydon Carers Choir