Thanks to summer



Holiday Tuesday



Thanks for this day, which woke with sun

and rabbits in the field,

thanks for sleep and toast, surf spray, sandy towels,

children running to the sea light-footed,

my family playing in the waves,

all the people loving a wide beach,

the space, warm air,

our baby asleep in the shade.

Thanks for her hand, clenched,

for apples, pitta bread, juicy tomatoes.

Thanks for stones and shells, rock-pools,

blue umbrellas, buckets, joy.

The sand martins fly into their holes,

a plane tugs a banner along the sky.

It should say: Thanks for it all. Thanks.


poem and photo Rose Cook

The Gifts – wishing you all a clear Solstice full of light



The Gifts



It is true there are things that were unexpected, that this

was not the long, happy unfolding we thought it would be.

Some things will never be the same

and even our little cat lies under the apple tree.

Yet, I am filled with the Gladness of Living

and place my blessings out where we can see them,

a kind of counting, or accounting of the year.


On to the table, I place –


the savage fur of grief, the grace of tears,

a meal left in a box by my door,

mornings of atlantic dawn,

all birds’ flight,

small hands making cards, yellow her favourite colour,

a box of eggs tied with red ribbon,

a bunch of sweet-peas, lovingly grown,

the crows’ squawk outside,

your whisper: I am going to make it.

that you were right.

the rain on our skin, a day by the sea,

the sudden rise of laughter round the table,

that here we are together, a family,

changed, opened

that we are not undone

meals shared, a floor strewn with toys,

the quiet growing into being of another child,

a young owl’s cry in the night.




poem and photograph Rose Cook

A Fanfare of Contemporary Women Poets

I am delighted to be included in a new anthology Fanfare: Poems by Contemporary Women Poets edited by Wendy French & Dilys Wood and published by Second Light Publications  It is a rich book, full to bursting with many fine women poets.



Falling On My Feet



Crow swings on peanuts.

In the cold and bright,

he looks like a black flag.


The sun has come out,

a lemon light that happens

at this time of year.


I am falling on my feet,

coming to land, the hush of the breath,

all things written through with light.






also pub in Notes From A Bright Field – Rose Cook (Cultured Llama 2013)

poem and photo Rose Cook

for National Poetry Day Thursday October 8th 2015 – the theme is Light

Daily Light                  by gray wolf

Morning Light I welcome thine into mine day bring forth thous light warming thous heart that glazes upon thine!


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The Changing Light                                         by Lawrence Ferlinghetti


The changing light
at San Francisco
is none of your East Coast light
none of your
pearly light of Paris
The light of San Francisco
is a sea light
an island light
And the light of fog
blanketing the hills
drifting in at night
through the Golden Gate
to lie on the city at dawn
And then the halcyon late mornings
after the fog burns off
and the sun paints white houses
with the sea light of Greece
with sharp clean shadows
making the town look like
it had just been painted

But the wind comes up at four o’clock
s weeping the hills

And then the veil of light of early evening

And then another scrim
when the new night fog
floats in
And in that vale of light
the city drifts
anchorless upon the ocean



photo Rose Cook


The Colour of Peace – an exhibition of poetry and visual art for the International Day of Peace September 21st- 25th 2015

Colours draft poster


Rose will be showing her photobook House of Light and two poetry books:  Taking Flight (2009 Oversteps Books) and Notes From a Bright Field  (2013 Cultured Llama Publishing).

The exhibition will be held at:

TAAG, 4/5 Northumberland Place, Teignmouth, Devon TQ14 8DD