All 2 entries tagged Poetry
February 23, 2010
The contouring grooves of ploughing sledges
That leave deep green margins at farm field edges,
Where in hedges, filled with the echoes of words,
The birds, they pluck fibre from herds.
A tattered tin trough where few think to drink water,
A ewe with twin lambs, her son and daughter
Soon due for the slaughter in late of June.
A bloom to be cropped on the harvest moon.
A swaying thistle that the winds will a whistle
Each spike, a whisker from a squirrels grey bristle
With bursting pockets of white fur lockets
Skipping out, rabbit tail cotton sock puppets
That sail where e’er the gales of air may wail,
They quiver along downs or down the long vales.
November 04, 2009
Small sparks and eyes splash out and burn tonight,
Flames halo the oak in ripples of light.
Earth has shrunk to the size of this small room
The blankets and walls, our refuge cocoon.
As pleats are pulled apart, stretching the thread,
We sink into a slice of mattress bread,
Tiptoeing warm around the velvet skin
A shivering canvas, fluttering thin.
Reams of pencil-sketched dreams draw curtains closed,
Colours blurred into what my mind composed.
Yawning night’s life away, breathe in breathe out,
Deep in my piece of mind there is no doubt.
Awaking to the waking of her son,
Cries for mum, she goes. All worry is gone.
Breathing, his chest rides up like tides to sand,
Blowing his troubles away, far off land.
Ceramic drains the bubbles off the soap,
As drought is to water, as life to hope.
Outside, the cratered face lights up the air
Forging a perfect sphere, no wear or tear.