Poet, playwright, director and lover of words
This is the start of winter, however, the winter solstice has passed and the days are slowly growing longer. It's an ideal time to reflect, look over the past year and turn to the new one. What are your reflections, do you have resolutions for the coming one? Mine? I would like to stop sleepwalking,… Continue reading Turn of the Year
Before the clouds bustles grey silks to her sky waist; I walk down West End Lane, tip my head to a cat in black fur tuxedo, lift my face to the sun and smile. The world is good, amen. Shereen Abdallah (c)
'Anything worth thinking about is worth singing about' Bob Dylan, The Essential Interview Smart man, I would add, and worth writing about. Mary Oliver wrote a poem inspired by him, and it is peach perfect. She has this quote on her preface page.
Two Gentlemen An Italian Greyhound and German Shepherd are engaged in conversation. The greyhound stands on haunches, and licks my nose, a continental greeting. He allows the liberty of hand drawn along his back; I take my leave and make my way to Waitrose. Shereen Abdallah ©
My Queen, our moon Black moths silken-glide lampposts, white lettered torches to the path. I hold white buds; magpie and raven bow in silent prayer whilst men tipped with orange wings sleep in wet grass, they guard the way. Our moon hides behind the clouds, the air dances with pictures of the day, an old… Continue reading Last Tuesday, at Green Park
You don’t need to pull downa star to paint a poem.Words are yours, as easyas the robin alights a branchand the breeze lifts new leaves. Shereen Abdallah (c)
I visited Green Park on Tuesday 13th, along with thousands of others. Laid flowers and gave thanks for this remarkable lady. I want to write a poem, but am struggling for the words. So I shall borrow the words of another. Death Is Nothing At All By Henry Scott-Holland Death is nothing at all. It… Continue reading Her Majesty Rest in Peace Rise in Glory
A Haiku for Anzac Day Anzac Day Desert lilies fall autumn rain folds golden hearts together again Shereen Abdallah ©
It has been a good few days, writing is a habit that is too easy to fall out of. However, the reverse must be true. I hope that it is. Tell me, which version do you prefer? Start the clock again This day is like no other. The sun rises from the east, seconds count… Continue reading An April Post
“I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and look at it, until it shines.” – Emily Dickinson On this April Tuesday, I would like to share a poem by Emily Dickinson. I like to think that Emily carefully watched a garden robin, many April… Continue reading April Tuesday
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