My Poetry

This is a display of my poetry. You can leave comments or your own poems. I agree not to use anyone elses poetry without permission and would require others to do the same.

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Location: Bedworth, Warwickshire, United Kingdom

I am Mum to 2 sons who have been inspiration for much of my poetry. I'm also blessed with 2 bonus daughters and 3 granddaughters. I have had several poems published in different books but I thought it would be nice to keep it all in one place. Unfortunately I don't have all of my older poetry but I've tried to remember to keep new stuff here. You can also see articles, poems, and the occasional short story of mine on Vocal https://vocal.media/authors/sapphire-ravenclaw Buy my designs on various products here: SMRavenclaw.redbubble.com You can also search for my work under various names: Sapphire M. Ravenclaw, Rebecca/Becky Lucas/Harvey

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Winter

 Written in the morning of 26th January 2021. It had been snowing on and off for a couple of days prior. I was looking out of my window onto what was left of the snow on the trees that had been almost completely covered.


Another wintry morning, a blanket of white embraces the ground.

A perfect day to stay indoors while the snow abounds.

As I watch the birds from my window, sitting in the trees

The air outside seems peaceful, with barely a rustle of the leaves.

 

A perfect day to stay indoors while the snow abounds

On this cold and cloudy Tuesday, only the birds make any sound

The air outside seems peaceful, with barely a rustle of the leaves

Some snow still hangs from branches like cold cotton sleeves.

 

On this cold and cloudy Tuesday, only the birds make any sound

Blue peaks through the turbid sky that mirrors the frosty ground.

Some snow still hangs from branches like cold cotton sleeves

The white stuff falls from roofs as icicles hang from eaves.

 

Blue peaks through the turbid sky that mirrors the frosty ground

Another wintry morning, a blanket of white embraces the ground.

The white stuff falls from roofs as icicles hang from eaves

As I watch the birds from my window, sitting in the trees.

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

My Angel at 21

I wrote 'My Angel' around 2003 for my eldest son. 18 years later, I have updated in honour of his 21st birthday.


My Angel at 21


Bright blue eyes

and a toothy smile

Yes I love him

No denial


He's beautiful, he's so complete

So many strengths

You can't compete


















He is my son

My first born one 

He's 21

Where has time gone?


He is my angel, my bundle of joy

And he'll always be my little boy


*The picture is a collage of 'My Angel' at various ages. Clockwise from main picture: with me January 2021, just before he returned to university; posing for a nursery photo c. 2004; with 'Stephen Underwood Award for Contribution to Youth Theatre' 2017; climbing on shelves in our first family home c. 2000; at my mum's (not sure what year but that looks like a school t-shirt so possibly 2006); on holiday, Isle of Wight, either 2003 or 2004.