: About Me

The merry fairground carousel fades,
Vanishes into time's dark shades.
See, I have grown too sane -
And old!
So many seasons' sun and rain
And tears
Upon my aging cheeks,
Decades flow from years
And weeks.
Ah! How I forget to ride
Astride
The painted horses, lingering still
In childhood dreams,
It seems,
Where my young hopes
Abide.
Such peppermint-striped,
Cotton-candy innocence will
Hurdygurdily whirl again,
Should I but choose
The over-hyped
But iridescent, delicious,
Affectionate recollection
Of my youthful
Existence.

Ingrid Collins is a Consultant Psychologist and Registered Spiritual Healer at The London Medical Centre In Harley Street, London, UK. Member of The Media Panel of The British Psychological Society. President of the Soul Therapy Association of Spiritual Healers. Co-Director of The Soul Therapy Centre. Consultants' Representative on the Executive Committee of The UK Feng Shui Society. Member of The Parliamentary Group for Integrated and Complementary Healthcare. Author of "A Year Of Spirituality", publ MQP & in USA by Andrews McMeel. Journalist on Here's Health Magazine, prizewinning poet. Married for 34 years to Nick and still in love.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The alphabet

22 of 31

Abecedarian: Christmas Holiday Diary. Admired beautiful carols. Did everyone favours gladly. Happily, I just knew love more now. Oh, popular quest! Reverie sweet that understood (Very well) Xmas' yuletide zeal.

More..

• Helium Charter Member