The Bridge – before the flood after the flood.

In August last year I was flooded out of what had been my home for five years, by a burst pipe from a flat above.  I am now settling into a new flat but it has not been easy.  The most frustrating thing has been the lost writing time, those lost mystical moments when a poem begins to emerge from that deep place.  One of the many things that were suspended were posting on my blog.

I had to stay with a friend who gave a safe haven to me and Sophie my current cat, who settled in to her temporary home as cats do when they find a box.  Photo of Sophie at Angela’s – title

Is this what you call a box room“is this what you call a box room?”

This afternoon I decided to peruse my poems and felt this one fits my mood as my new home settles around me.


Daisy chains, skiffing stones,
story telling, fairy tales.
Picnic, plans, people.
Pictures in fires,
mystical moments
Almost long lost, long lost.
Returning suddenly swiftly
protected pampered placed
secure silken safe.
New home, new haven, new happiness,
created cuddled cared.
Wealth, wary, worn,
potent, powerful, profound.
A home my home.


Cadenas de Margaritas, echando piedras,
contando cuentos, cuentos de hadas.
Picnics, planes, pueblos,
Dibujos en el fuego,
momentos místicos
Lo perdido devuelto
de repente, con rapidez.
Protegido, mimado, colocado.
segura sedosa seguridad
Casa, nueva refugio nuevo, felicidad nueva.
Creado, mimado, cuidado.
Riqueza, cautelosa, desgastado.
Potente, poderoso, profundo,
una casa, mi casa .







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