We talk and stroll among the trees and brambles. I make space with a cautious question an offer to listen. You respond, then step aside onto safer ground. You say little, listening to my chatter, seldom of any consequence – I don’t know how to interpret your quiet. Unvoiced questions, like rain are falling in […]
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Category: Poems
Overthinking
Imagination baits me – mother to relentless thoughts, a fierce dance in my head to bruise my weary mind and snake through empty hours. They move through the night, trip me up in the darkness with quiet, persistent words loud as a headline. They howl, and silently bear my heart away, worry it like a […]
Compass
Thank you for being the firm centre of my world. I may dash here and there to listen, hug and comfort, write or pray – But always circle back again to home, and you. Your love grounds me in stability – roots to my giving, an anchor in storms. Where would I be without you? […]
Who am I
Feigning confidence, I hide behind illusions of openness – always reaching and seeking from a reserved arm’s length. Though contained, I want to dance barefoot across a polished floor giddy with laughter and dreams. Fragmented and intensely whole – content and wise and desolate – too much trouble to notice or know. — Christine […]
Metamorphosis
You think you already know me, already have the measure of my soul. Not so. Experience has changed its shape beyond the limits of your knowledge. Beyond your interest, too? — Christine Rigden
Northern welcome
We traced the edge of the sky on the gaunt grey rubbled hill. Distant on the wind, a lonely sound drew us on, beguiling voice of a rough-hewn land. We watched wings dip and soar beyond our recognition. A pensive lament threaded on the air securing our hearts to this wilderness, unfamiliar home. — […]
York station
Morning dawns crisp and cold; light pours through the arches. Time stands aside as the train approaches inflexibly and words are drowned. The engines throb against the walls that enclose me. Your touch finds a chink in my numbness – and I walk home alone. — Christine Rigden
Rock of ages
Like a windswept moor emptiness keens through me, catches my breath. Sleeting tears numb the grey hours. Cold granite offers shelter and I sleep. — Christine Rigden
Reaching out
I feel your pain and long to touch the hurt and make it melt away. Yes, I know that I can’t really see the breadth and depth of this dark valley you’re in. I can’t truly know just how sharp the knife is in your soul – for it is you in it’s path, not […]
News from home
Heavy words crouch along the rim of my conciousness. They know that I’m evading them. I pretend. Not so much that I don’t know. Rather, that there’s nothing there to notice, or evade. But still they sit. And I do know. — Christine Rigden