David Mapletoft

.... like a muse, and powerful in my female form.

They had been before.

To this place of birthing.

And ‘failed’ to have a normal delivery.

I had been their midwife then, and so it was to be again.

This time, we aimed for ‘success…

Spring is in the air.

The lawn mowers,
whipper-snippers,
leaf blowers,
electric pruners,
all cry out
from their winter home-
the garden shed-
to be unbridled
and to make merry in th…

He sits lonely,
yet surrounded by those who
care.

On and on, on and on
the long straight track.

How does a tram turn
he thinks?

"The Other Side"

High on the hill
the wind called me
beyond,
beyond.

I went through the doorway
to discover
an Aladdin’s Cave
Opening up before me.

Colours, shapes, edges, curve…