Jacqui Thewless Poems

One day love
opens the door.
In comes freedom, with a light step:
you've heard it before,
...

Because I am used to this slow life
pondering the baby
growing week by week in her womb -
when the sudden wind blows
...

i

Native loneliness -
thigh-deep in that bracken moor
...

She wants to know
what is so special
about this beach –
been here a hundred times before
...

Not now, in August nights - as when
I walked wide sands alone,
where sea pulls shore,
and wished for him who’d paused with me
...

when night is darkest
the first snowflakes of winter
arrive un-noticed
...

Kindness and mercy
outlast the lesser virtues.

Something in the sap's
...

I never saw your dad -
hard, dark
at yon hot
Stirling foundry -
...

Exquisite vortices peel open like
the fists of multiple newborn babes.

But this bud-breakage
...

Too much spoils the fruit:
theft, the inclement weather,
a season of loss -
...