Punch

lit up
by the moon
the half silhouette
reflected  
a  darkened side
mysterious and cold
iced over charmer
with roughed up edges
scraped skin and bristle
shallow dangerous breath
crows lines  twitch
nervous tick
time runs out
stars explode around.




my piece on this weeks magpie tales no.123!

alligator.....

                        puddle 1952 Escher

i knew i could never walk in your footsteps
i never required the middle class respectability
of sports clubs and work friends
sometimes you looked
with uncompromising scorn
on my thoughts and beliefs
as if my interests were of no consequence
and praise from your lips would
somehow dirty your hands
however as time moved on
our ages became closer
a chink glinted out of the corner of your eye
the start of understanding
you saw me as a woman not your child
my struggle to be helped not laughed at
we came to a silent understanding
on the night when fireworks lit up the sky
i held your hand
and said goodbye. 




'See you later alligator...in a while crocodile'


My piece for a Fathers Day Magpie Tales. Do go over to Tess's and see the others.

Scribe

Still Life 1670. detail, Jean Francoois Le Motte

In  a cedar lined room

of musty air

made dense by candlelight

 you are

 wrapt over parchment

indian blue blotched hands 

scratch copperplate script 

and soon 

blotted sand

cascades on floorboards

the higher demands 

snakes into the night 

of melted red wax.

This is my poem for todays THE MAG over a Tess's place...wander over and have a look at the other artists work or maybe have a go yourself.xx

Abundance

image  klaus enricque gerdes




on spring day
flushed with enthusiasm
dogeared  garden catalogues
lounged in teetering piles
between the spiders webs
and shards of terracotta 
of a rickety old garden shed
once blue
but now creaking mildewed decay 
i planted seeds of promise
watered carefully 
watching for telltale signs of emergence
always amazed 
in the lengthening days 
at shoots and tendrils
dancing and twirling
around  wig-whammed  pyramids
all summer i fought to keep you  in check
as my back was turned
you swelled in dark earth
flowered in inappropriate places
shining with  abundance
regardless of my interference.



My poem for this weeks The Mag. Head over HERE to see the others.