On the Edge I am not the oneTo lead the herd,The one that chooses the pathThat leads to the cliffAnd the necessary fallAnd slaughter. I would rather be the oneWho staysAt the edge of the herdWatching and worryingAbout the wolves,And … Continue reading
Tiny I think I’ll live a small life,not too long, not too short.I will do tiny things,tasks not worth observing.I will keep my head downclose to the earth,watching seeds sprout in spring,and thanking all for the harvest,however big or small … Continue reading
Years Weigh on You Like Steel Feathers April and its madness,December and its sadness,n between green things grow,are harvested, eaten, covered in snow.The world turns brown and barebut you are glad you’re still there. Trees creak in the cold wind.Bones … Continue reading
Always There Love is a lasting wordeven when it is temporary.Oh, that feeling. What was it?A spring fever?A sweet delusion?Yes, we both enjoyedthe rubbing of parts,a blessed friction,and all the skinwe touched,and the flowersgiven and received. It was all so … Continue reading
Hilary Robinson (Photo Credit: Ben Robinson) Some Mother’s Do…..poems for (un) real people is on Weds 7th November 2018 @ 18:30 at the Portico Library event in Manchester. How wonderful! Can you tell us about it? Hilary Robinson: We felt the Portico … Continue reading