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Lines

How odd to discover what emptiness weighs, how heavy is the space you’ve left behind. You were a fragment in the background of my dailyness, distant in space and time yet somehow a keystone in the window to who I am.   — Christine Rigden

Aubade: Good Friday

This time when my coughing woke me to dim silver light I breathed in eucalyptus steam drank hot tea, and listened to news on Radio 4. America has bombed Afghanistan out of the righteous blue and North Korea hurries to “test” another missile while dying children are told Syria has no chemicals. All the world […]

Christmas Gift

Christmas Gift

The gift of Christmas says to us: God Himself now shows the way and we are not forgotten. This Baby, born in a trampled hour came as one Who knows our pain to show us what it means to live, and speak His freedom to our chains. But within our scurried lives we dare to […]

In Pieces

I was in pieces fragmented by repeated loss, each blow hard upon the last. You appeared like fog – an illusion of substance that seeped among my splinters, obscured the far horizon and rocks on the near shore. I lost my landmarks and nearly smashed aground as the fog slipped away.   — Christine Rigden

A Place Like Bedworth

Classy like frayed trainers in unrelenting January drizzle, All Saints Square is slick; dead leaves lie limp in corners. Conifers drape the waterfall amid stone shelves and naked acers, the curve of alms-houses stately through the lattice of branches. The sky is a drab veil behind the listless winter market. Stall-holders huddle mugs over cabbages […]

I’m Alright Jack

Why should I change my routine, the life that I enjoy? Why should I share a lift to work, or skip Algarve this year? I want summer clothes in winter, my gadgets on all night. If I want green beans in April, who are you to point? The children must have lots of toys, it’s […]