Bluebells

 

Awakened by the warming sun,
Shy crowns of blue have just begun
To frolic and to entertain;
Roused by drops of quenching rain.
 
All winter long they slumbered low,
Hiding from the frost and snow.
Waiting for their chance to bloom,
When light dispelled the season gloom.
 
An azure blaze of colour spreads,
As Bluebells raise their lovely heads.
Amongst the trees, along the street,
Rhythm-of-life pulsates to their beat.
 
They cast a spell upon my shoes
To wash away those winter blues
And dance in breezes soft and warm,
Uplifting soul. . .  A new Spring born!

 

Dormouse

In dead of night, a little mouse
Strayed a long way from its house.
This creature small, a tiny ball,
Had dared to climb a stem so tall.
 
But ghostly shadow in the gloom,
Alerts it to approaching doom,
As hunting owl from darkened sky
Swoops low, emits a frightening cry.
 
The mouse to peril is no stranger,
Acutely it perceives the danger.
Terrified, it turns to run,
The owl draws near, the race is on.
 
Claws spread wide, with open beak,
It dives upon its prey to keep.
The mouse speeds down towards its nest;
Safe at home is always best.
 
From many such encounters past
It has escaped, but luck can’t last.
This time too slow; the night has come
For mouse to end, in owl’s fat tum!

 

Coffee culture

Cappuccino, large or small,
Chocolate muffin, Latte tall.
Hot Panini oozing cheese,
Orange juice, freshly squeezed.
 
Small round table, leather chair,
Americano, poured with care.
Barista turning up the steam,
Patrons staring at small screens.
 
Pain au raisin looks so good,
Can’t resist but know I should.
Espresso in a tiny cup,
Not enough to get revs up.
 
Girl alone, empty plate,
Invite her for a twilight date.
Body language said she might,
But all she wanted, was Flat White!

 

Spirit of the vault

Phantom spirit, ‘neath shroud of green
tangled ivy, wrapped in strangle-hold
around your form unseen.
 
What lurks hidden until the light
of fading day is by the earth consumed
to welcome spectres of the night?
 
Can your dark visage be so vile
that you should cower like some clandestine soul
condemned to haunt this vault with artful guile?
 
Furtive form, reveal yourself so
eyes might see the nature of your being,
or skulk forever with them that passed below.

 

Close encounter

A gentle breeze brushed through her hair,
Lifting it with jaunty flair.
She raised a hand to pat it down,
Causing me a puzzled frown,
For I mistook it for a wave,
And cheerfully waved back.

 

She seemed surprised;
Enchanting me with glowing eyes.
Upon her face a radiant smile
That did me so beguile,
I cast aside my shy reserve
And eagerly smiled back.

 

Then panic struck. I turned away
Like someone fleeing from its prey.
Perplexed by my reluctant stance,
She fixed me with an anxious glance
That caused me to reverse my turn,
And nervously glance back.

 

Perceiving that I harboured fear,
She bid me softly to draw near,
But I, unsettled by her grace,
Blushed and took a backward pace.
Then in a daze did I submit,
And timidly pace back.

 

Overpowered by her scent;
Unrecognised portent,
Her body moved in close to mine;
Souls together tight entwined.
She placed her hand upon my shoulder,
. . .  and stabbed me in the back!

 

Sweet dream

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Damn the dawn that stole from me, sweet visions of the night.
Oh heartless sun, could you not wait until my dream was done?
Like a knife you cut the cord that bound me to her breast.
Reverse at once your climb, cruel thief, so I might slumber on.
 
Spiteful light, do not allow this precious picture fade.
I grasp her hand, it will not stay; pleading eyes, forlorn, dismay.
Allow I beg, one final chance to plunge back into sleep,
Before this dying dream of love is torn from me away.

 

 

Open book

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Forlorn it waits, though time does age
That open book; an empty page.
Lashing rain the seasons blow
Scorching summers, winter snow.                  
 
Years pass by into neglect,                          
Decaying mould spreads unchecked.
Dream of a renaissance gone,
Colour fades into the sun.
 
Inscribed atop the facing leaf,
A name and loving message brief
From those that did remain and wait
‘Til they themselves should lie in state.
 
But what befell the family who
Had planned their father to pursue?
What caused him now to lie alone
Bereft of words on fragile stone?
 
As leaves change brown and turn to dust,
Likewise too this gravestone must.
Transcendent souls endure sublime,
Abandoned book consumed by time.

Circle of life

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The night was dark, no time to cry,

Frozen tears hung in the sky.

Stars lit dim by winter moon,

A dawn that broke far too soon.

 

Vision fades like melting dreams,

Raindrops gather into streams.

Precious water downward flows,

The window on a life has closed.

 

River runs into the sea,

Taking with it part of me.

My aching heart can bear no more,

As crashing waves pound the shore.

 

But icy wind the surface sweeps,

Raising memories from the deep.

They form a ball of dazzling light,

Unrestrained to soar in flight.

 

Circle high; life pursue,

Snow-white gull fades from view.

 

Shrouded moon

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Deep at night ‘neath shrouded moon,
Are laments of the dead consumed
By howling wind between the stones,
O’er graves protecting sacred bones.
 
Apparitions in the gloom;
A line of shadows ring the tomb.
Heads bowed low in reverence deep
For one consigned to endless sleep.
 
With burning tears they do recall
That feeble voice upon the squall.
Whispering to the family she begot,
Her final words . . . “Forget me not.”
 
A stillness calms the brutal gale,
But soothing change cannot curtail
The torment felt by those bereft;
That fearful void her absence left.
 
Then breaks the dawn and floods the land,
A pretty posy in her hand.
Playing again in fields of dreams
On rainbows, scattered by sunbeams.

 

Starman farewell

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A simple flower, a single rose

Lay upon the cask now closed.

Gloria in excelsis; music for the dead,

Four men carry; two at foot and two at head.

 

Requiem of sad despair,

Grief for him no longer there.

Those that knew do cry as one

For he was loved, but now is gone.

 

Placed upon a burning pyre,

Reduced to ash by cleansing fire.

Spiral smoke into the void;

Precious memories not destroyed.

 

His name in silence laid to rest,

Aching hearts won’t be suppressed.

Now all that’s left for those who yearn;

A wilted flower upon the urn.