A breathless resurrection

A breathless resurrection Almost at the top      pause      breathe on again.  Fallen trees, narrow path, steep       breathing      hard. Sharp air.       Snow still iced and white    between    the leaves.   Breathtaking      the view from the top. Here, the...

On a recent visit to Ireland, I took the boat over Lough Corrib to the Isle of Inchagoill to see the remains of the chapel of St Patrick, said to date from the 6th Century.  As is so often the case in Ireland, for every place there is a story and that of Tommie Levin,...

Poetry and A Child in the Middle

This is one of the many poems which appears in A Child in the Middle.  I kept my own ‘poetry diary’ of my search for my birth parents, only to discover – when I finally met my mother – that she, too, was a poet and her work is included as well....

Fear, hope, loss, birth

Last summer we spent a week in France with a couple who had spent a long time trying to get pregnant.   It is something I come across on a professional basis all the time, reading how prospective adopters have had to come to terms with their multiple losses through...

Woman with a Red Zinnia by Mary Cassatt 1891

Or if the title doth protest too much: you, sitting on a bench in a dress, Holding a red flower in one hand, Me left wondering.   Behind you the park is spacious and soft Like a pale green duvet on a clean bed In an empty house in the country Where all the...