Jacqui Thewless Poems

All week,
I’m waiting to go in
to that little, homely, stable-of-a-place
where nothing could be simpler than the grace of God.
...

Lying
caused this blight:
half-light
filtered through chiaroscuro
...

Thank God for Gaia’s winter refusal,
that she turns her back on the sun
and the expense of growth;
inside the deeps and darkness occupied
...

A book of poems
isn’t worth the price of petrol
for someone’s gas-guzzling battle
into work one day by car.
...

One day
another giant will come –
almost certainly a woman
with hindsight and a strong
...

Every year in winter I forget what spring is like. Here in Pembroke, and throughout the county, the first harbinger is a white froth of Blackthorn blossom – before the first greening of trees. Yet white is cool; a chaste colour. Later, when the first young green leaves in the hedgerows peep, a sense of warmth to come is quickened and our spirits lift.
At home, I feed the garden birds until the end of March. It is a rare treat to catch a glimpse of the wren.

buoyant winter bird
...

The whole year’s answered

prayers in these quiet leaf-falls’
...

I stayed in Scotland as a girl, on the East coast:
a kind of salty smell and gritty sand.
When I was ten I learned about selchies;
those seals who are only sometime-seals; sometimes human
...

Acquiescence is
an opening into the world as you
have never known her;
quietude inside you
...