Wednesday, 21 November 2018


There is no room

For melancholia here

No nesting corners

Bearing sad predictions

There is space only

For the bounteous celebration

Of sanguine prophecies

And the buoyant skip

From one precious day

To another

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Wednesday, 14 November 2018



Is the refuge of cowards

True courage lies

In those who dare

To face today

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard


Four tins of Fosters

Tucked under his arm

Four cans of company

For him to take home

Four minutes walk

From his house to the shop

Four daily visits

And still not enough

Four years and fifty

 Regret ageing young bones 

Four seasons yearly

Each one spent alone

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 4 November 2018



I think of giving up

Let the ache break me

Let the pain take me


I think of moving on

Let the hurt burn me

Let redemption spurn me


I think of lying down

Let the soil hide me

Let no sound find me


I think of letting go

Let the madness leave me

Let my exit release me




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 3 November 2018

By Your Side...

I saw the tiredness

In your eyes

I felt the slowing

Of your step

I heard the crying

Of your heart

As you struggled

To find breath

And yet

Throughout these labours

You always

Cared for me

Your gentle hands

Still tending

Your love

Warm company

And in return

I loved you too

Never wanting

To leave your side

Nor shall I now

As you lie at rest

I will guard you 

'til I too die

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

(painting: The Old Shepherds Chief Mourner-Edwin Landseer 1837)

Friday, 2 November 2018


She exorcised her demons

Soon regretting that she had

When far too late she realised

The best part of her was the bad

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard