Your thousand seeds

lighthouse dandelions by Jamie Wyeth



blow
oh nodding heads
your thousand seeds
cast on the sultry
wind of time
yellows clash
a field turns
butter to silk
windmills turn slowly
tick
tock
we grind down
hard
and then watch
the evening light
and glow worms
shiver
admist  fairy dust
which flies by
and we catch wishes
as if they mattered
we are wrapped in the darkening clouds
drifting
entwined
the flash of light now
holds  us
as we dance close
strobe light
bends our moves
into people we no longer recognize.

KD/May 2013

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Rebels

Life's a drag
we long for the old days
when no one questioned
our need to light up
regardless
of place
our puckered lips
testament to habits
that die hard
caught on an illicit  camera
in the museum of fashionistas
marble halls
we are  rebels
in our flat wool caps and
camel overcoats
our pooch left outside in the rain

cocks his leg against the 'no dogs sign'.








KD  May 2013

Life has too many 'do not' signs....in my opinion.....do go and see the other poets  at The Mag

Spring

Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt


i know you watch me
as i reach high
to shake apple branches
showering blossoms
into a spin and whirl
on warm breezes
they catch in my hair
tiny petals
brush eyelashes and cheeks
blushing in the sun
my winter skin shocked
i stretch
opening my heart to the new season
longed for through the dark days
now banished
to the beauty of spring.

K.D

thank goodness the sun is shining this bank holiday weekend. pop over here to see the other poets work.

Reading by Moonlight

image; monhegans schoolteacher 2004 by jamie Wyeth


dappled moonlight shines
on fluttering words
turned translucent 
with drips and steam
stars on the horizon 
blink knowingly
onto lavender snow
the outsider looking in
the insider looking out
we are shadows
on the pages
deep inside 
we see the truth
of ourselves.

Kay Davies 2013.
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resurrected souls

we are the resurrected

so high we are heavenly

with clouds below

and stars 

so bright we shield our eyes

feathers of swifts and larks

flutter against our cheeks

pecking at our hair

delighting in our waywardness

rainbows arch below

helter skelter

we slide as fragile prisms

fly-by-night raiders

of lesser souls.

Kay Davies  2013

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Today I saw my first swallow of the year..flying over the garden as I dug into the earth planting herbs...it was magical...

the picture although by Kazma Petrov- Vodin reminded me of the fabulous Stanley Spencer, hence the reference to The Resurrection....xx 

Woman with  a towel- Degas

Powder Blue

wrap me tight
in your arms
pull me close
so i can see the water
drip from your eyelids
robed in powder blue
and lilac
desire perfumes the air
mirror mists reflect
our messed up lives
don't wipe the surface yet
lets stay out of focus
for this moment.

Kay Davies 2013

Do go and see all the other poems at The Mag.

This week...

 ..a beautifully packaged parcel from Lynn at Sea Angels.....I left it a day as I couldn't bear to spoil it!!

 A first birthday party for Captain August.....I am sometimes overwhelmed by how much joy grandchildren bring to my life....

and the evidence of the work to be done in The Garden...thousands of seeds..all ready and waiting to burst into life....
Wishing you all a very Happy Easter..x