Sharon Phillips

Portland Bill, 10.12.2017

Strong gale
sky tumbles grey
west south west

high tide 11.29
plates of glass
their greasy slide

glints of jade dull
to slate whumph
through blowholes

a woman stops
lifts her phone
clicks and uploads

her wind-giddy dogs
rush in circles

Between the years

See us on the ragged days
between Christmas and New Year.
We fuss on railway platforms,
construct careful conversations
and wait for trains to depart.

Some of us drive off in cars
and half-twist to wave goodbye
or watch in the rear-view mirror
as our children slip back
into their lives.

We have tried to be helpful
although the children know
how to roast a turkey
or raise a child. We hope
we did not intrude.

We recall when our parents tried
our patience. When we flinched
as they fumbled or forgot.
We know we were sometimes
unkind. Some of us cry.

Copyright © Sharon Phillips 2018

Sharon retired from a career in education in 2015 and started writing poems again, after a break of 40 years. Her poems have most recently appeared on The Poetry Shed and Ink Sweat and Tears. Sharon lives on the Isle of Portland, in Dorset.


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