Kayte LockeThe metaphor of the bees.I am the bee, ready to move on. It has been a while in this hive, but a restlessness has arrived on the warm spring air. There is an…Apr 7, 2023Apr 7, 2023
Kayte LockeShe is gone.I woke this morning to the realisation that she wasn’t here. I woke to a feeling of emptiness. Until this morning I could still feel her…Sep 12, 2022Sep 12, 2022
Kayte LockeTrain journey through the French landscape.The train smelt of cantaloupe melon. The children’s chatter was happy, effervescent. There was an air of summer. I re-orientate to my…Aug 8, 2022Aug 8, 2022
Kayte LockeA much needed walk in the woods.I felt the green creep in, slowly calmly, stealthily. It was a much-needed arrival after a tough week at work.Feb 17, 2022Feb 17, 2022
Kayte LockeThe power of being a ToddlerI look in her eyes and, in a moment, I see a truth and an inherent wisdom.Feb 17, 20221Feb 17, 20221
Kayte LockeSummers EndThere is the hum of a lawn mower and the gente buzzing of the insects in the garden. The swallows swoop low over the pool and along and up…Sep 11, 2020Sep 11, 2020
Kayte LockeThe box.There is a box, well more of a trunk. It stands against the edge of the room in the shadows. Its ancient, made of old, dark wood, dinted…May 13, 2020May 13, 2020
