Iona Winter

Tag: poetry

  • fallen tree

    fallen tree I smelled you today like loamy soil and spinach greens fallen tree I heard you like water on scorched earth sighing fallen tree I felt your pruned limbs ache from loss of attachment fallen tree I know you wait for her over beyond the veil fallen tree

  • Flash Tea

    This week I purchased some quality herb tea. A flash brand, rather than the sawdust they sell in the supermarkets. What I like most (beyond the taste of course) are the tags. Each one has a message printed on it. Today’s tag says, ‘Life without love is like a ship without sails’. Nice. How romantic.  My…

  • Stagger

    Sand ridges in perfect formation like frozen waves caress the beach.   I walk the track a drunkard’s stagger timed with the ocean.   ‘You have to pass by the door of death in order to be reborn’ you whispered.   Ageless kelp beds cushion my fall into the sea green like…

  • Fallen Idols

    Several famous people have left this landscape of late. Where they are headed, only they can know. Perhaps for some they are fallen idols – not to be confused with idylls or ideals. Idols are just that – idols. They’re not gods or goddesses, they live, breathe and pooh just like everyone…

  • I had a friend like that…

    I had a friend like that…

    I had a friend like that once too.   He spoke to me of faraway places with the sun in his eyes.   I remember his crinkled mouth edges and tree-like arms around my back.   I had a friend like that once too.   You told me today of…

  • The Point

    I walked out to the point to turn everything off but the sea whispered to me that it must continue to massage the rocks below.   The dusky sky a reminder of the one before you that striped my face from purple to gold it still makes me shudder.   Spring tide full moon storm clouds…

  • Love in all of its guises

    Love. L.O.V.E. Lightly Opening Violets Everywhere. It’s one of our most essential needs, and sadly one that is often absent in people’s lives. Last night a woman on the TV said, “There’s loads of love out there, just waiting to be found.” And I think she might be right. For many of us, love is a tricky…