Tuesday, 21 July 2015

settle



i saw the scars on your hands
relics of past disasters
a map of an untold tale
and
secrets hidden behind blue
veined
lids
open
revealing
the skylight of your misdemeanors
leave me
bewildered
your beauty
absolved
I look to the heights
the dust of pine
and scented cedar
filter down
settling on my shoulders.

KD 21/7/15

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Sunday, 12 July 2015

P.E.R.



i didn't see you go
the chest settling rattle
now silent
vanished into the bed sheets
white and starched and straight

one day i may regret that

i visited Kahil Gibran
and found solace
within his words
striding across the skies in a jet stream of beauty

in my mind now
you are astride a Norton
riding into the sun
free and vibrant

while we stay lost.....restrained and slow
awaiting our release.

KD 12/7/15

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Monday, 25 May 2015

memory


Still life 1907 by John Frederick  Peto


Lazily left where she hung them
for this moment  home to spiders,
tattered silk is food for worms,
shredding skin in dust piles
below.
The itch of her carpet bag
grazing my memory
sadly mournful,
inside the detritus of a last shopping trip
a broken earring and copper change
imprint fingertips now lost.
I pull  on her hat sharply
straw nibbles my ears
pass your scent to me
so I can remember your soft wrinkled hands
holding mine
and a dry lip on my cheek.

KD 25/5/15

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Sunday, 17 May 2015

Filigree



image ulrika bolenz


Filigree wings
silken,
charmed,
ethereally beat.

I walk beside
attar of rose geraniums
catching still air
touch my fingers,
please,
erase the pain.

Will your eyes
illuminate my path?
Stretching replete
regardless of my sins
I walk free
smiling inside closely.

Sable lashes brush,
high cheeks blush
you cover me
eat my spent breath
willingly, again
and again.

The swifts heartbeats
caught at the window.
I bow low
and release her,
frightened  feathers
leave oil shadow imprints
on the glass.

KD 17/5/15

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Sunday, 3 May 2015

I pour over the details.



What if I take moments in time
capture it in the lens?
I can look back
feelings lain bare.

White skin, stretched taut
over white sheets
once starched but now crumpled
with effortless desire.
Hedonistic tendencies fly into dull corners
fading sunlight reducing their ardor.

I wanted to bring you flowers
bright dying things for the table
it felt somehow wrong,
in the circumstances.

Later over smoked salmon bagels
I picked at the bones of us
the sadness of a singular entity
assuaged by a finger touch of hope
of a repeated performance.

3/5/15

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Monday, 27 April 2015

Glenfinnan.



I stood by the waters edge
pine loaded islands
bowed
low into the mist.

Climbing high up the tower
it seems my head swirls
visions
in  a vapour cloud.

Rain drops cling
on whispy hair,
red,
wayward in the breeze.

Startling, a distant whistle
as Lords of the Isles
thunders past
westwards to the Kyle.

Here I feel the ages
surrounding like a rough cloak,
reeking of old peat smoke
and fallen dreams.

The past presses down,
heavy as the hills,
purple,
a bruise on my heart.

KD 27/4/15

Magpie tale 267

One of the most emotionally,electrically, charged, historically,magnificent places I've ever been to, Like the ghosts of the clans are all around you. I cried.

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Sunday, 19 April 2015

Angle



I watch you
as your brow furrows,
try to maintain your balance
while leaning port-side,
set the glass with ice,
a slice of lime
to bury your teeth in.
Angle yourself to see under
my skin
exposed, white on white.
Wait awhile
then come into focus.

19/4/15
No. 266 magpie Tales. For the other writers go here.