Sunday, 12 March 2017


When did

The sound of my voice

Become an inconvenient


At the other end of a phone

The focus of

Forced niceties 

And barely concealed sighs?

When did

An invitation for my presence

At family gatherings

Become a reluctant


The product of

Guilt-laced obligation

Rather than want?

When did

A loved one's visit

Become an accommodating


Of  cheerful attendance

And frequent

Surreptitious glances 

Towards the clock?

When did

My talk and opinions

Become regarded

 Inconsequential babble

Politely tolerated


Placatory smiles

Of covert condescension?

When did

The buoyant and essential me

Become deemed

An irksome burden

A repository 

Of defunct purpose

And ever eroding


When did

The value of me

Become measured

Purely by

My fading dexterity

And not by

The vitality

Of my essence?


When I grew old

My friend

When I grew old.

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Song Of Life...


The ground

No longer dances

To the rhythm

Of our tread


Our song of life

No longer

Fills the air


By man's hand

We are pushed

Into extinction


The absence

Of our music

Bring despair.

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 11 February 2017



Who have


Would give me


Yet I

Who have little

Would give you


Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 4 February 2017

Shadow Dancing...

Our bones may creak

Our skin may sag

But we can leave 

Old age behind

If we dare to step

Beyond the flesh

Onto the dance floor

Of the mind!

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Monday, 30 January 2017


Happiness cracked my ribs

And gave me wrinkles

My laughter lines

Are deeper than an Arctic crack

I have to wear a corset

Since my sides split

And I've been in stitches

More times

Than a needlepoint plaque!

Yes, happiness has caught me

Creased up and crying

Doubled over

And rolling in the aisles

I've bust a gut, cracked up

Thought I was dying

When I got lock jaw

Through an overzealous smile!

Happiness has left me

Panting madly

Struggling to find a breath

In a great guffaw

But more than that

It's made me feel quite shameful

When a chuckling chortle's caused me

To wet my drawers!

All in all

You're welcome to your merriment

But in my case

It's just not working out

The risk assessment's proven

Joy's too damaging

So, I'll medicate on misery

Through a pout.

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Let My Tears Flow...

Let my tears flow

That they should carry

The unrelenting ache

Of my broken heart

Back to a place

Where once

You and I

Held the other close

And would never be parted.

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 22 January 2017


All is not lost

Have ye more faith

The light may dim

And in shadow bathe

Still, in the darkness

Should you gaze

You'll catch the colours

Dancing in the shade

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard