winter january

I’ve been making a new website over the last few weeks, it is getting there structurally,  still more content to add.  I’ve been doing some writing too…… I’m working on some pieces based on a poem ‘Seed’  (see below) which is inspired by winter.

waiting, still, in the dark


waiting, still, in the dark





start from the bottom,

deep in the earth,  where it is dark and quiet.

Waiting  still

in the dark.

A sigh

and a wiggle of the toes

but still

in the dark.


for sounds that may

or may not grow

into a symphony….perhaps.

Still, in the dark,

Winter cold eats into toes,   that feel the deep dark soil

that catches between them, like sand on a beach

scratching a sound in the dark.

waiting still, in the dark,

Asleep in the comfort of velvet soil

warm and soft where the wood sap seeps.

Why would any seed want to grow?

But as growing


swelling, resting, resting, resting, gaining, moving, pushing,

call it what you will…

Moving through and up and out

What could stop it?

Still in the dark


When comfort’s seen

it slaps the face

like an old wet fish

and anger roars from its slumber

thrashing and howling like a small child that doesn’t know what anger is.

And so words

grow like body or mind, out of the ground and from that darkness into



6 thoughts on “winter january”

  1. Paula, I love your variation. Changing the way it appears on the page makes a big difference. Your version gives the words space and emphasis. Thank you. I originally wrone it from the bottom of the page upwards….. it was very abstract!!


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