Coddiwomple – Poem by Ali Grimshaw


Even without
a roadmap
I can follow
the song
of my
heart’s direction.
Sing along
while keen
to its increase.
in time
so as not to
lose the melody.
Ears intent on
wholeness of being
easing my ache
of confusion.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Coddiwomple (v.) Origin: English Slang Word.Definition: To travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination.

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille “Fill”

Photo taken on my trip to Amsterdam, October 2019.




She never failed

to float him beyond

the current of his day

to slip away with her

curved sides just right

perfect in their holding space

to part waves

when he needed release

she took him far from shore

her motor always finely tuned

of that he made sure

never to neglect.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017



Succumb To The Season


Will you?

Fall, drift, yield

hand in hand,

warm kiss of palms,

veins of life intertwined,

before we,

plunge through crispness

to the other side

of golden.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017


Opening Up


Under the tree, sitting

knee to knee while

randomly, snow petals

drift down between us.

‘How can we begin again?

After all, I don’t trust.

I have forgotten how, or…

maybe I never knew.’

While branches above blossom yearly

growth regardless of weather.

‘I guess the question is,

how badly do I

want to blossom?’

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.” — Carl Sandburg, from The Atlantic, March 1923




When change comes …

Waking to a foreign experience

like a transplanted language

that spread through the city while I slept.

I used to trust myself to know the way

right turn, then straight, always on course.

Within my country, I thought I knew where I was.

Now my GPS offers no help. No translation available.

Consistent landscape. Buildings in place

yet unrecognizable to my inner navigation.

My compass now cracked, unable to orient

true North now lies

inside me.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

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