Index of First Lines

Index of First Lines

First Line Title
a happy-making place

Beach at North Berwick

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies;

‘Margaritae Sorori’

All the Hilton boys were in a grandstand

Night Cricket

an atmosphere of trust


Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

excerpts from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

BUSIE old foole, unruly Sunne,

The Sunne rising

by your cousin Ava

kissed before you’ve even been born

can’t hold you like this

for Rhys on the occasion of his 31st birthday, 4th

November 2016

Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone.

Certain springs

Darlings, I write to you from the moon

The Woman in the Moon

Death tugs at my ear

Death tugs at my ear

Deep peace

a Gaelic Blessing

Did you sleep well?

I love you in other words

…dis die blond, dis die blou;

Dis al

“Don’t turn on your torch,”

luxury time

everything seems so joyous

After lunch today

everything seems so simple

After lunch

feels like driving

Sunday afternoon fix

flushed faces

Open Gates

For a dog

To Meggy (19 February 2014)

going to sleep to the sound of you breathing

lucky me

grateful for the lightening of the sky


greet the morning early and with joy


guests departed

after lunch at home

Had we but world enough, and time

To His Coy Mistress

He ate and drank the precious words,

A Book

how much is enough

old dog (early January 2014)

I love your feet

I love your feet

I opened a book and in I strode

I opened a book

I was swimming


I was the commission’s own captive

The transcriber speaks

If I can stop one heart from breaking

If I can stop one heart from breaking

in whichever

Myriorama Moment

it’s just so enchanting having a dog

enjoying her (17 December 2013)

it’s Saturday morning

Remember when

just came to see you, Elmarie

Lala Kahle Cemetery

later that night

later that night

lovely secret time of the night

lovely secret time of the night

make new friends





hurts loving you (mid December 2013)

Meggy gives her companionship so freely

Meggy (14 March 2012)

Meggy had a lovely day.

Meg’s last Christmas (25 December 2013)

My mother’s old handbag


my Sat Nav guy is so patient

my Sat Nav guy

no-one else here

making breakfast at Pipeland, listening

no longer the lap lap, lap lap, lap lap

sounds lost (late March 2014)

No room at the Royal

Tea and Symphony

Oh enormous baby of the Royal Albatross

Taiaroa Head


the word I hate to hear you say is

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

God’s World

On the first day

The Archbishop chairs the first session

on the night before your wedding

Poem for Rhys and Michelle

smiling at the pool

smiling at the pool


The Giving of Flowers

the birds sing

dawn sounds

The spaces

Tea and Symphony 2

the music pressed me back against my seat

Sibelius Symphony number 2 in D Major, opus 43

the world’s a different place tonight to what it was this morning

the day we heard the News

They keep closing the door in my face.

Poem by Meg (February 2013)

those who dance are thought mad

those who dance

UJehova ungumalusi wami,

Psalm 23

you’d been dropped off at our gate

After lunch at Quo

Young Megs I know just how you feel

Carpe Omnia (early this century)

Your 13 years of life gave me more joy

Rest in Peace Meggy Sue 🙁 (22 March 2014)

we can reverse without worry

freedoms gained (16 December 2014)

we can’t hold you like this

for Bryn on the occasion of his 31st birthday, 27th March 2018

we have been seeing these back legs

Meg’s back legs (early March 2014)

when you are out with your dog

when you are out with your dog (2016)

Whose woods these are I think I know.

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

with your writing paper

with your writing paper