Essence

scum rose to the surface

i skimmed carefully

wanting to retain the very essence

musky perfume filled the room

as steam condensed on opaque windows

hung with heavy linen 

and blackened chimney stones

iridescent with oils

held my secrets

carefully set another batch

screwed tight

and labeled.

image manu pombrol

..another weird and wonderful image from The Mag over at Tess's place

set adrift
damp snakes through me
blue
mists cling silk
close
wet
ripples bend gracefully over
unhooked  toes
elbows scraped and burnt 
bind tight my fit
distant memories circle
the waters edge
sighing dreams
splinter skywards.


22/4/12






This is written for The Mag over at Tess's place.
the picture is by Alex Stoddart.


It reminded me of the lady of shallot but i got bogged down ( excuse the pun!) in Pre-Raphaelite romanticism so you'll have to make do with this!! 


Also why does blogger have to change everything....i give up with the settings..ahhhgg!!??

Look Deep

Gently i dip my toe into the water
running down the street
cascading past the red roofed houses
glistening with tears 
lost forever 
cherry blossom falls through  
moonlight catching its path 
downwards settling on the ledges
of hopes and desires below
i bow low not knowing the meaning 
but holding myself tight with expectation and love
whirling images of
scarlet and blue
bright in my mind 
jangling with thoughts and justifications 
willing these ideas and dreams
that once would have failed
now only need that elbow push
to succeed 
then i will be true to my heart
i will look deep
into cracks and crevasses
flint stone and  smokey glass
to find strength and power
that i know is there
i will lay  myself bare 
here my soul is naked before you
look i tell you
look hard and in the deep dark mucky depths
you will find the seeds waiting
germs in a heartbeat
unfurling slowly
reaching out 
soon they will manifest into 
a shining halo of success.


Many thanks to Tess for the image of Red Roofs by Marc Chagall for this Magpie Tales

Let it fly

image djajakarta

the barking dog 

shattered the illusion

of my fragile thoughts

the idea that had formed

disappeared into fragments

cast to the swirling winds 

around me

it took all my strength

eyes closed and hands clutching my heart 

to piece it together

and let it fly. 

Magpie tales from Tess here

real eggs are my most hated food stuff!!! ever since been make to eat them at school...my point of rebellion against this was to refuse ( aged 5)and so was made to sit in an empty dining room all afternoon instead of attending class. Thank goodness things have changed in schools now!!

I still...xxx years later cannot eat an egg...unless its chocolate of course!!

Happy Easter to you all.xx

Judas

i sit  at the waters edge
my toes gritty with the shore
sand under my nails
trying to untangle the whirling mess of my emotions
the perfume of your skin
from my last kiss
invades my senses
my hands bloodied with the rips and tears
of the thorns 
as i pick at the corners of my actions
betrayal and loss
line the surface of my guilt.


2nd April 2012


For Tess's Magpie prompt and all the other amazing poets and writers look here..