Looking at the sky, I wonder Do clouds smell like rain Or is it the heavy scent Of maybe-rain, not yet realised Waterlogged air laden with potential Hearing, distant, a low rumble of thunder Like a knock on the door Heralding an imminent arrival And then, a single drop spatters on the ground The way…
Day’s end under the spreading trees Twilight glimmers beneath shadowed leaves Entwined with the branches, now they emerge Forest spirits, singing a dirge Dryads dance in a moonlit glade Remains of the dead ones around them displayed Stumps remain of their murdered kin Nothing left of the spirits within Their numbers grow fewer every day…
The day ends And with its ending Comes preparation for a new dawn It’s time to clean away the remains of toil Time to brush teeth, shower, comb hair Make ready for sleep Time for a glass of milk, pyjamas And a soft bed Time, too, to remove the remaining strain With prayer and meditation…
Skating on starlightPristine as a moonbeamFairies dance to celebrateAnother year’s endSinging in a fresh startThe Fairy court rejoicesTo see the endless cycleTurn and turn again Moon falls softlyDawn glimmers in the eastTime for all the Fae folkTo head for ElvenhomeA shimmer and they vanishFrom this world to the nextLiminally waitingTil next it’s time to roam.
Fighting and war Death and destruction All around the globe We swarm like ants Waving our little guns Yelling our war cries Victory goes to the guys with the biggest bombs If only Angels with outstretched wings Would spread peace like chemtrails across the firmament Oxytocin, serotonin Where it could fall with the rain On…
Christmas is many things to many people God in a manger and angel choirs Santa Claus is coming to town Food, and booze, and parties, and presents Even loneliness and grief, missing those who have passed What’s it to me Decorating a tree Wreath on the door Crib on the shelf Carved wooden angel hung…
In a war torn world Full of anger, violence, fighting, killing There is such a raucous din That even the angels block their ears in dismay And long for silence Be still, says He who came for us Come rest in me At Christmas we remember To come into the blessed, peaceful presence Of our…
How sweet does it seem When we look back Remembering the children we were Remembering the excitement Of opening presents straight from Father Christmas Of eating turkey and plum pudding All smiles and peace We long for the good old days But if we think really hard We remember the fights The shouting, the tears…
They wait and they watch The twilight people In the liminal space Between awake and asleep Their eyes stare always Sometimes they come close Sometimes from a distance They never speak Sometimes they are men, sometimes women Dogs or cats, lions or wolves Sometimes they are only eyes Eyes that never blink They are waiting…
Petite prima does perpetual pirouette On a tiny turntable to a tinny tune She dances you into memory Into the past of childhood Then you watched her dance And imagined a world of wonder Now you are old Childhood dreams are ashes in your mouth The tinny tune that gave you hope Makes you weep
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