In the silence,
the sound of the drips
of raindrops and leaves
from the trees.


The satisfying ‘plop’ of the air-lock
marks the fermentation of the home-made wine,
the clock tick-tocks and outside I hear
the whine and hum of traffic;
comforting in the silence.


Round and round the room,
up and down the hall,
Tiny Tom has found his feet,
never stopping, though he’s tiring,
slowing but not giving in,
little tumble, tears and cuddle,
then there’s silence, sleep.

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I spent yesterday afternoon looking after my grandson – not so tiny now!


Little Black Marks

“It still amazes me, that there are only 26 letters in the alphabet and they are just little black marks, usually against a white page. But if you put them in the right order you can create something in somebody’s mind thousands of miles away in absolute silence. And that does strike me as an act of magic.”

Simon Armitage, Poet.

Sounds of Silence

There is no such thing as silence –
the clock ticks, the fridge gurgles,
the traffic passes, the doves coo
and somewhere there is always a fly buzzing!

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