“Soon will the …

Photo of some pink Sweet William flowers (Dian...

Sweet William flowers (Dianthus barbatus). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on,
Soon will the musk carnations break and swell,
Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon,
Sweet-William with his homely cottage-smell,
And stocks in fragrant blow;”

– From ‘Thyrsis’ by Matthew Arnold, British Poet, 1822-1888



Waking to face
a day
breaking already
without you.
Trying to face
a time
ending slowly
with you.

©Millicent Danker

Seen flying

Seen flying (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

25 June 2013

“You try to be …

English: Footsteps on Traigh Bail' a Mhuilinn

Footsteps on Traigh Bail’ a Mhuilinn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you’re cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can’t cope.

And when you take the lead,
I become your footstep.
Your absence leaves a void.
Without you, I can’t cope.

You have disturbed my sleep,
You have wrecked my image.
You have set me apart.
Without you, I can’t cope.”

― Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

“The Lord has m…

Psalm 48:9 O God, we meditate on your unfailin...

Psalm 48:9 O God, we meditate on your unfailing love as we worship in your Temple. (Photo credit: natil0ve)


“The Lord has made me weak while I am still young;
he has shortened my life.
O God, do not take me away now
before I grow old.
O Lord you live forever;
long ago you created the earth,
and with your own hands you
made the heavens.
They will disappear, but you will
they will all wear out like
You will discard them like clothes,
and they will vanish.
But you are always the same,
and your life never ends.
Our children will live in safety
and under your protection
their descendants will be secure.”
– Psalm 102: 23-28


Stealthily she comes,
at first a twinge in
the wrist or that
ache in the lower back

when you wake up, bend
or negotiate the
spiral stairs for the tube –
try to put on your shoe.

You tire, sighing
at the mirror, sighting
a crop of white;
People stand up for you

on trains and buses;
In cafes you stand out
for the choices
you make, your bent

qualifies you for a freedom
pass; you feel patronised
yet want to be prized
for your vintage

whose music no longer
appeals to their ears;
They think your birth
date is historical, hysterical

they ask how you are as if they expect
you will terminate any time soon.

You speak a language
that dates,
choose to visit places
auctioneers like on plates.

You forget why you went
down the high street;
remember the church lady
but not her name. Sweet.

Stealthily she comes,
this thing.

count the stairs.:-)

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They call it ageing.

©Millicent Danker
16 June 2013



Futbol (Photo credit: Comisión Nacional de Cultura Física y Deporte)


As if to move a flexible sphere from here
to there with unassisted head and foot
were natural and obvious. As if
a dance could always bow to resolute
constraint and never be danced the same way twice.
As if whistles and cheers, the hullabaloo
of fervent gazers were all the music needed
to keep its players’ goals in tune. So that
as they weave, dodge, collide, collapse in breathless
haystacks–and rise and fall and rise again–
we’re made, if not one, then at least whole.
– Alfred Corn, American Poet & Essayist

‘Do not scrutin…

St. Francis de Sales

St. Francis de Sales (Photo credit: DeSales University)


“Do not scrutinise so closely whether you are doing much or little, ill or well, so long as what you do is not sinful and that you are heartily seeking to do everything for God. Try as far as you can to do everything well, but when it is done, do not think about it. Try, rather, to think of what is to be done next.

Go on simply in the Lord’s way, and do not torment yourself. We ought to hate our faults, but with a quiet, calm hatred; not pettishly and anxiously.”
– St Francis de Sales (1567-1622)


Crepuscular Rays

Crepuscular Rays (Photo credit: t0msk)

Overhead, the rolling ample sky –
ample because of building restrictions
which allow you to
sit by a river and look for miles
without a high-rise in sight –
Clouds turn silver
from ageing at twilight
mirrored by platinum ripples
on the water, a delight
to the London eye.
Small craft lazily ply
colourless geese glide by
bobbing beaks under a bridge
of dull stone;
Grey or brown cottages,
white river homes
decorate the flanks;
Muted now the crepuscular land.

Then, a parade of scarlet buses –
Urgent reminders of city buzzes –
Cranking over the arches.

©Millicent Danker
16 June 2013


English: David's Grief Over Absolom; as in 2 S...

David’s Grief Over Absolom; as in 2 Samuel 18:24-33; illustration from a Bible card published by the Providence Lithograph Company (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


“The waves of death were all around me;
the waves of destruction rolled over me.
The danger of death was
around me,
and the grave set its trap for me.
In my trouble I called to the Lord;
I called to my God for help.
In his temple he heard my voice;
he listened to my cry for help.”
– 2 Samuel 22:5-7