Author: bonniebraw

Blackbird SpeaksMy garden sycamore marks time,branches setting church and house horizon.A blackbird bathes in jet guttering,‘This is not yesterday’s dawn’.The creep of traffic and the suninching behind a tower-block sky.Stars descend past planes flyingsomewhere distant, somewhere else.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017

Brother BirdOne in a cracked puddlebehind a weary Fiestaslender legsin the cool murkof waterbrother bird close by himbig enough to fit in the clear of my hand.Tilted splash under bumper-blue shelter and me watching,no cars in frontno-one behind,waiting in a metal oasissurrounded by road.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017I wrote this poem on another grey day;… Continue reading Brother Bird

Night Hour Sometimes we lose the way.The cherry tree nodsto me in the breeze of this midnight hour.How can trees speak to the heart?Even flowers, sky blown iris,red-brick rose. Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017

Today's commonwealth service, and absence of Harry made me think of one my poems from 'Sky Trees' King and SonBound and separated by blood, history and pride.Knit tight with acrid certainty of wrongs and proved rights, mediationssoftly-voiced negotiations. Prince and FatherAlike and yet not, same eyes set into a glint stare.Debris of arguments fallonto a… Continue reading Monday 14th March

I compared Scottish accents with a fellow musician at the Mary Ward String Group, and so would like to post this today ScotlandLand of loch and city Land of city and loch;in the subtleness of water in the tight hold of home,the tight hold of home. the subtleness of water.Shereen Abdallah ©

Today Dennis and I visited Lourdinha. For them, I am moved to post another poem from 'Sky Trees' Pearl I do not have the words, if I did, I would offer them up, pearls bright and white as fresh laid snow, perfect memory unbroken and whole. A star with the density of dark matter for… Continue reading March Saturday

This is another poem from 'Sky Trees'. The rush to squeeze in writing and blog today made me think it a good choice. Poem at my Kitchen Table In the corners of the day before work starts and the mortgage interest is paid; then later, after I come home to the margins of the room,… Continue reading Poem at my Kitchen Table

It felt like spring today, so I am posting a poem from my collection 'Sky Trees' Morning Blossom Morning stars retreat, nudged aside by the sun. A child stumbles on cracked stones, followed by suited man and buggy. Cars speed past whilst a boy, tie-less, inches to school. The hill is ascended by one, three,… Continue reading Morning Blossom

To write or not to right (pun intended!) West End Lane, West Hampstead (Draft Four) The pram comes into view, two heads, huge eyes, one baby sits, sister-toddler stands, facing her. I must say hello. One head twirls then returns, bear fitted in the small hand. "They are so cute". The mother smiles. "One, two,… Continue reading Drafting a poem-