Sunday 20 May 2012
circus whisper
i am whispering to you
can you see the cracks
beneath the white pan paint?
the trapeze artist
has fallen from grace
her corset laced so tight
blue lashes flutter from the pain
i picked you out
you looked like you could tell
realities from the fake
the top flight from the grubby canvas shroud
don't be taken in
the wings are clipped
a heart beneath the feathers beats
to our tune
now you see the truth
come and join us
for the time of your life.
This is the latest picture from Tess at Magpie Tales head over to see the other writers take on the Marc Chagall painting, Circus with the yellow clown.
Sunday 13 May 2012
ripe
head over to Tess to see the others.
The Meal by Paul Gauguin
RIPE
we split the mango
we split the mango
to the pebble stone
orange flesh
running juice
down our necks
laughing
your tongue caught the drips
of my desire.
Sunday 6 May 2012
Summer visitors
1
i woke up
and drew the curtains
to find
a host of swallows
chattering perched on high wires
flitting and fluttering
forty three tiny hearts beating
just the other side of a pane of glass
the air was alive with them.
The Mag 116
2
as we walked in the very early morning
the joy of the swallows
wrapped around
my heightened senses
heavy cloud could not diminish
the lightness i felt
feet floating above the ground
skimming over mud and flint
if a gust of wind had happened by
i should have been lifted
up and over
the freshly emerging canopy
of green
as we passed over the bridge
the river newly swollen by rain
rushed below
dredging weed and fallen twigs
while in the distance
the approaching beat of air
against white wings
as five swans fly by
feather on gray
we are the only ones in the world
this morning
with nature as our close companion.
6/5/12
'You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.-
Thomas Traherne
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birds,
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magpie tales,
nature,
poems,
river life,
thomas traherne
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