Rachel Sutcliffe
Born 1977 in Harrogate North, Yorkshire, UK
Living in Huddersfield West, Yorkshire, UK
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his death day
in graveyard shadows
gathered crows
The Zen Space Winter Showcase 2015
talking done
the dregs of friendship
in our mugs
tinywords 15 December 2015
heavy snow
shovelling away
the solitude
Failed Haiku January 2016
childhood friend
I bury my innocence
with her
Failed Haiku January 2016
your unused cot
the years I’ve lived
without filling
Hedgerow Issue #57
cliff edge
darkness swallows
my screams
Hedgerow Issue #57
no moon tonight
in darkness I see
your true colours
Hedgerow Issue #51
spring breeze
the scent of her
approaching
Brass Bell October 2015
charity bonfire
the last glow of embers
in the hospice grounds
A Hundred Gourds 5.1 December 2015
unfolding darkness
the chill of the pillow
next to mine
Brass Bell December 2015
first catch
the rising sun
in the old man's net
Brass Bell November 2015
bonfire ashes
all that remains
of autumn
Blithe Spirit 25.4 November 2015
sundown
mother’s memory
fading
Blithe Spirit 25.3August 2015
funeral wake
a stranger sits
in her place
Blithe Spirit 25.3August 2015
failing light
the frayed hem
of her nightgown
Frogpond 38:3 Autumn 2015
rose garden
another stab
of envy
Frogpond 38:3 Autumn 2015
longest day
all the leaves of the lettuce
this slug
The Zen Space Summer Showcase 2015
summer heat
the dry creak
of the garden swing
The Zen Space Summer Showcase 2015
spring thaw
shards of sunlight
shatter the pond
Shamrock February 2015
forgotten frost
the mother
I’ll never be
Hedgerow #31
all day drizzle
the steady progress
of a snail
A Hundred Gourds 3:4 September 2014
second hand book store
I browse
through Sunday
A Hundred Gourds 3:4 September 2014
lost in the valley
listening for the river
to guide us home
A Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014
adopted
she wonders where
the waves come from
Heron's Nest December 2014
morning sun
stroking its warmth
through the old dog's fur
Heron's Nest September 2014
autumn stroll
we pick blackberries
out of the mist
Cattails September 2014
summer’s end
the garden bench
gathers leaves
Cattails September 2014
long wait
knitting the tension
into a scarf
Cattails January 2015
amber sands
our footprints sink
into sunset
Blithe Spirit 24.3.
blackberry picking
autumn colours
her fingers
Blithe Spirit 24.4.
her tiny coffin
these arms
so empty
Blithe Spirit 24.4.
paddling
through sunset
the pull of the tide
Blithe Spirit 24.4
autumn winds
heading in opposite directions
the leaves and I
Blithe Spirit 24.4.
still no news
my knitting begins
to unravel
Prune Juice July 14
start of spring
between showers
half a rainbow
A Hundred Gourds 3:2 March 2014
shortcut
the nettles
remind me why
Blithe Spirit 24.1 February 2014
family dinner
again gran asks
who we are
Frogpond 37:1 Winter 2013
chill morning
at the school gates
hot gossip
Blithe Spirit 23.4 November 2013
knitting socks
a hole
in the pattern
Prune Juice November 2013
dripping tap
I begin to think
you’re right
Frogpond 36:3 Autumn 2013
railroad crossing
a train passes through
my feet
Lynx October 2013
open bakery door
a pigeon
joins the queue
Lynx October 2013
empty house
I find loneliness
in every room
A Hundred Gourds 2:4 September 2013
after arguing
we settle
on silence
Frogpond 36:2.Spring/Summer 2013
landfill site
poking through the rubbish,
green shoots
Shamrock March 2013
clocks go back
the nightmare comes
early
Notes from the Gean: December 2012