Still She Stared…

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Our eyes locked and we held a gaze, hers bore into mine.

Seconds elapsed, I looked away, it was ten to nine.

I looked again in her direction to see if it could be,

paranoia or imagination, yet still, she stared at me…

Music filled the crowded room, feet tapped against the floor, then suddenly my memory zoomed, I’d seen that face before!

Our paths had crossed but where, but when? My mind began to search.

Perhaps at college, through a friend, a wedding, or at church.

People blocked most of my view, scents circled in the air.

But through a gap, I managed to catch her lingering stare.

Admiration? Curiosity? Spite? Or could it be, that she saw someone that she knew familiar in me?

I looked again with half a smile and she returned my gesture.

My curiosity urged me to make my way towards her.

At five to nine I made my move, simultaneously she came towards me too.

As I held out my hand to greet her, my fingers pressed against the mirror.

And still, I stared…

After one too many gins and tonics!

I wrote this poem many years ago. It was inspired by a friend of mine who told me that this had actually happened to him, and he also told me that he totally fancied himself in the mirror!

Poem – The Sea



She dances to the whistles of the midnight air

Her smooth body swaying, awake and aware

And vessels that cross her in awe and delight

Succumb to her wishes on furious nights

When waters run wild

And boundaries break free

She collides with the mountains and shivering fleet

And yet all the while, deep down beneath

Sea creatures roam in tranquillity

The beautiful ocean

The mystical sea


Poem – My Friend


You listen when I have something to say

You care when things don’t go my way

You mind when people taint my name

And always feel my pain….


We share, we stick together like glue

Sip wine and tell a tale or two…

We laugh so hard until we cry,

and shoot our dreams into the sky


When you succeed I burst with pride

And when you hurt, I ache inside

When you’re in trouble, when your world is blurred

I know before you’ve breathed a word


And sometimes, when you’ve done wrong

I steer your ship through the storm

You rant and curse but know I’m right

as I guide you gently to the light….

Because you know deep down inside

I have your back; I’m on your side.

And that’s what friends are for. ❤️