I pour my thoughts into a lamp’s light,
and I sense I am heard. I speak as a father,
reciting all the usual warnings and legends,
but this isn’t what brings me to life:

the world cracks my bones and burns my mouth;
then I feel the puff of a sparrow’s wings like a kiss
and the world lifts me toward happiness—
misery is a thorn the world thrusts aside.

Image credit:Paola Chaaya

I live on the north coast of Wales, in the UK. And I work as a cleaner. I've been a gardener, a decorator, I've worked in Paint and wallpaper shop, and I've hung curtains and blinds for a living.  Everything I know about poetry I've learned from a few books and the internet. I write because I enjoy it, and because it feels worthwhile.