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Silver Birch

Tall, slender, supermodel tree,
elegant trunk dappled silvery milk.
Waif-like leaves dance in the breeze, 
flirt and flutter,  a skirt of silk. 

Arms reach skyward, lean and long,
slim limbs  covering sylph-like form.
Sinewy shoulders,  but still strong,
stoop and sway in the surging storm. 

Birds, taking cover, settle light,
build their nests and sing their songs,
squirrels scurry to highest height,
survey their kingdom, where they belong.

What tales could you tell, towering tree,
of flora, fauna, humans too?
What wisdom will you share with me?
I will listen with respect for you. 

Ruth Mawdsley
September 2019

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My Friend the Sea

Seated on black rocks – a mermaid, a siren,
waiting for my sailor prince to come.
Liquid aquamarine laps my ankles,
frothy champagne bubbles burst on toes.

This is my happy place!
I belong here with waves and sky and sun!

Towering cliffs rise above me,
majestic, immovable strength.
Impenetrable wall of resistance 
to the tides’ buffeting force.

How I wish that I could swim,
submerge in the salty coolness,
meet the breakers’ rise and fall
let them float me to the shore.

Sky like a field of cornflowers
holds the golden orb beaming down 
its warming power and strength,
competing with the tidal roar.

Sounds like tinkling broken glass,
rhythmic rushing of waves to shore,
powerful percussion, masterful, mighty,
yet as soothing as a lullaby. 

Yesterday these tides were angry,
battering everything in their path,
wild horses rearing, spewing foam
crashing furiously on the stone. 


Today the waves are calm, caressing,
sun, sea and sky in perfect peace.
Stripes of indigo, azure, turquoise,
sapphires sparkling in the sun.

My friend the sea, soothes my limbs
as well as my soul, knowing my need
to be close, my world in perfect harmony.

Ruth Mawdsley
May 2019

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Woman In a Doorway

Take me away, this place is hard and cold,
wind bites my bones, rain stings my naked skin.
Just let me have a home before I’m old.

The sadness from these stones has taken hold,
it eats my flesh, beginning from within.
Take me away, this place is hard and cold.

What brought me here, how did this tale unfold?
Where did this life of misery begin?
Just let me have a home before I’m old.

Please someone, put some colour in my world, 
paint out the grey, put pink and purple in.
Take me away, this place is hard and cold.

I don’t want a mansion, that would be bold,
only four walls where I feel safe therein.
Just let me have a home before I’m old.

Someone to love me, a circle of gold,
my best dream of all, a heart I could win.
Take me away, this place is hard and cold,
Just let me have a home before I’m old.

Ruth Mawdsley 17/2/18

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Autumn Days

Leaves morphing from green to gold,
vermillion, bronze, mahogany.
Twirling,  waltzing,  floating, lying.
Autumn’s colour festival parade,
trees competing for the finest show.

Branches shiver, grey, forlorn,
sad to lose their emerald cloak.
Squirrels busy packing winter store,
hedgehogs scuttle to winter bed,
scent of bonfires drifts on breeze.

Sun lowering, last rays of warmth,
delivering her summer’s swansong.
Ethereal mists, dew sparkling grass, 
richly aromatic spice-box of earth,
summer blooms take their final bow.

Thoughts turn to chestnuts, cosy fires,
 hot chocolate, marshmallows toasted,
country walks gathering nature’s jewels.
Blackberry jam, apple crumble, soothing
a gradual transition to winter’s chill. 


Ruth Mawdsley
1-10-18

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Weeping Willow Tree

Majestic, mighty, oozing strength and power,
green tendrils softly swirling, encircling,
reaching low to meet the grass and earth,
watching, listening, absorbing the world.

Wise old tree, share with me your knowledge,
Give me your strength, let me lean on you.
Wrap around me your tender branches,
and allow me to weep in your embrace.

Let me share your roots, grounding my feet
into the soil, but hiding me away.
Sunlight filters through like fingers of hope,
telling me all will soon be repaired.

Be my sanctuary, where I escape from care,
a constant protector from life’s sorrow.
With arms about your knotted, sturdy girth,
sap, like balm, calms my troubled mind. 

You have weathered many storms, like me,
and here you are, still strong and proud,
not defeated by the fiercest gales,
resilient, solid, standing up to the world.

From you I receive peace and tranquillity,
strength to carry on from day to day.
Together we will survive a while longer.
Thank you, my beautiful willow tree. 


Ruth Mawdsley 27/2/18

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Morning

Morning

Dawn, in pink, tiptoes slowly 
across sullen sky, mood unknown,
blue hues hint at what’s to come.
Moon, drowsy from night vigil,
leaves her stars with au revoir.

Sun makes entrance with a yawn,
stretches slowly, surveys domain. 
Nocturnals snug in cosy homes,
day creatures wait Sun’s action.
Yesterday Sky cried all day.

Dewy diamonds quench early thirst,
spun webs sparkling chandeliers,
birds feasting on berry breakfasts,
singing to sweeten Sun’s mood,
hoping to persuade a smile.

Gentle breeze brushes branches, 
blooms unfurl to Sun’s caress,
clouds clump, ready to surrender.
Then, at last, Sun spreads his arms, 
floods dawn sky with liquid gold.

Ruth Mawdsley
26/2/20

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Nature's Revenge

NATURE’S REVENGE

Raging gale howls, lashes, batters,
sideways stones, peppering gunshot,
frowning sky weeps, weeps, weeps, 
floods the ground with angry tears.

Earth’s lungs ripped from their roots,
creatures driven from their homes.
Furious waves flex their muscles,
throw their huge weight over shores.

Intense heat burning the earth,
no water to quench our thirst.
Creatures cremated, crops charred,
forces too powerful to beat.

Nature is angry at our abuse,
time has come for her revenge,
We must listen, make reparation,
or face our demise.

Ruth Mawdsley
19/2/20

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Peace

Peace
In a world full of greed, pursuit of power,
divisiveness, ruthlessness, racism rife,
fake promises, fake news, lies and deceit.
Money matters more than mankind.
I need to escape.
Rainforests ravaged, raped and ruined,
animals treated with cruel contempt,
nature’s systems, beautifully balanced,
trampled and bled without any respect.
I need to escape.
Rich purses grow full, those of the poor
are empty, starved of self-esteem.
Children, grandparents, hungry, cold,
sick people suffering, disabled dying.
I need to escape.
Where can I go to heal,
escape the odious oligarchs?
I’ll walk in woods, talk to trees,
let birdsong softly soothe.
I need this peace.
Grounding my feet in soft earth,
light breeze caressing my face,
this is my haven, my solace, my peace,
where I can escape the evil world,
I need this place.
Ruth Mawdsley
28-11-19

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Bliss

my lips touch you, parting eagerly
to caress you, savour your taste
my mouth responds to your
seductive skilfulness
your ability to
transport me 
totally
to
a 
state
of
 bliss
 I love you
Chardonnay

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Spring 2020

Spring 2020

No-one’s told the sun not to shine
no-one’s told the birds not to sing,
sounding their joy at cloudless skies
with the welcome advent of Spring!

No-one’s told buds not to open,
no-one’s said flowers cannot bloom,
bare branches covered with colour,
filling the air with their perfume.

Daffodils unfold in the sun,
crocuses, primulas appear,
happy to wake from winter sleep,
bringing us all much-needed cheer.

While we are forced to isolate

because of deadly diseases 

created 

by humans

treating animals with contempt,

with no regard for their wellbeing.


When will these people ever learn
to give our world and all it holds,
the kindness and respect deserved,
before Earth and all within, 

folds. 

Ruth Mawdsley
26/3/20