Tuesday, 22 September 2015

A Gift.

There is no poetry in my life
without you.

My muse, my light, my soul -
Where have you gone?

One short glorious year
I knew you,

And words came tumbling forth
in joyful song.

But then you left. As quickly
as you came.

And though I've begged you:
Speak, please speak to me.

All I've ever heard
Is silence.

No-thing but silence. Oh.
Is that your final gift to me?

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015.


A patch work quilt in greys and muted blues
unravels in the dark horizon.

The wind-whipped lake foams at the mouth
like minature horses drowning in their freedom.

Tawhirimatea bursts his bellows
Squall upon squall a heaving primal breath.

Papatuanuku bows her head
in deference to her offspring: Who Is Wild,
long since released from her embrace.

Ranganui shakes his fist with untold fury;
Eyes flash fire and rent in two an old man pine.

The heavens open. We taste those first fat tears,
then run.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015

Sunday, 9 August 2015

Shine your light

When I was but a child,
I would read all day and night,
Shine my torch beneath the blankets,
Create shadows with the light.

Why now afraid of shadows?
They're just illusions of the mind,
If you shine your light upon them,
Truth and beauty you will find.

Be filled with light, not darkness,
Keep that torch switched on,
And whenever you resist it,
Chase those shadows right along.

They’ll slink into the corners,
Til your light scares them away,
Keep them running, do not waver,
Soon they won’t be back to stay.

Mandy Edwards. (c) 2015
(Edited version)

Thursday, 7 May 2015

Bits and Pieces

I looked into my fridge tonight and all that I could find,
Were lots of bits and pieces which had me in a bind.

Oh what could I create to satisfy the rumblings,
From lots of bits and pieces and associated grumblings?

A quarter cup of macaroni, a hard bit of cheese -
combined with creamy sauce, that is sure to please.

A bowl of last night's rice. A chunk of pepperoni,
Onion, pepper, ham - hands off. That's for adults only.

How about an omelette? Whisk up the milk and eggs,
Take out a bottle of wine; sniff sadly at the dregs.

Two tins of spaghetti! Oh what a find.
Toast the crusts of stale bread, nobody will mind.

A bit of limp lettuce, grated carrot and some rocket,
Sorry 'bout the bits and pieces, but today I'm out of pocket.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015

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Saturday, 21 February 2015

Learnin' the guitar

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Three little birds

Gotta get the rhythm
da da-da da da-da
gotta keep in time
da da-da da da-da
no more thoughts
da da-da da da-da
a–crowdin’ my mind.

Changin’ to an A
da da-da da da-da
fingers in pain
da da-da da da-da
it’s gonna be alright
da da-da da da-da
kinda sounds the same,

Don’t worry ‘bout a thing
da da-da da da-da
searchin’ for a D
da da-da da da-da
 “three little birds”
da da-da da da-da
are singin’ to me.

Changin’ to an ‘E’
ah ah-ah ah ah-ah
haven’t gotta clue
da da-da da da-da
it’s gonna be alright
da da-da da da-da
that's the message
for you.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015

Saturday, 15 November 2014

Unravelling the threads.

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I'm knotted up inside
knit one, purl one
As panic starts to rise
slip one, drop one
Tears betray my eyes
knit one, purl one
The child in me cries
slip one, drop one

It comes as no surprise
knit one, purl one
Fear is my disguise
slip one, drop one
My ego often tries
knit one, purl one
To claim itself the prize.
slip one, drop one

Yet I'm a girl who tries
knit one, purl one
To untangle all the lies
slip one, drop one
Thoughts left to their demise
knit one, purl one
Give space for love to rise
Slip one, drop one


Mandy Edwards (c) 2014

Sunday, 2 November 2014

Favourite Hymns

Be still for the presence of the lord.



The Servant Song

Brother, sister let me serve you.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I might have the grace
To let you be my servant, too.
We are pilgrims on a journey.
We are brothers on the road.
We are here to help each other
Walk the mile and bear the load.
I will hold the Christ-light for you
In the night time of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you;
Speak the peace you long to hear.
I will weep when you are weeping.
When you laugh, I’ll laugh with you.
I will share your joy and sorrow
Till we’ve seen this journey through.
When we sing to God in heaven,
We shall find such harmony
Born of all we’ve known together
Of Christ’s love and agony.
Brother, sister let me serve you.
Let me be as Christ to you.
Pray that I might have the grace
To let you be my servant, too.
Richard Gillard of New Zealand

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