Sherrie Lowe

Suddenly he was there amid city roar,
Pale hair accentuated by cream coat,
Was he real or an unattainable anomaly?
Nameless: A Rupert, Adam, Steven, Joe.... more »

When I first saw your smile
I realised how dark my life had been until that moment.

When I first saw your eyelashes... more »

Pink eyes, once bright, now dimmed, glazed,
Once powerful legs stilled, lifeless.
The clock chimes five, signalling your death.
Ten years old, no geriatric you,... more »

You, who were once my rock, now gone.
A different face, a different you,
An indifference.
What once mattered no longer does.... more »

From Spain they came to inhabit our woods,
To oust the pretty native bluebell.
A refugee in English countryside.
Not prolific, only few defiantly... more »

We had a little spider
Several years ago,
His home was in the bathroom,
Beside the overflow.... more »

A cold, damp night, no cheerful home.
Fingerless gloves clothe frozen hands.
Filled with abjection at life's rejection, society's revulsion.
What brought him to this? What turn of Fate?... more »

In spring they said we had a drought,
Nature went to sort it out,
Then it never stopped raining.... more »

Diagonal snow obliterating clear blue sky,
A cold, white duvet softening our footfalls.
Cushioned silence encompasses the path; our senses.
Trees link arms, jealously guarding the carpet... more »

Serene and reflective the old woman sits
warming her legs by the fire.
Calm and objective, her mem'ry selective,
past lovers and wanton desire.... more »

You once sat on my wall and talked to me;
I was irked because you spoiled my silly game.
The tender age of twelve was what I'd be.
Aged thirteen and I just don't feel the same.... more »