Sunday 30 September 2012
Shimmer
image it must be time for lunch now by frances woodman
time stands still
under floorboards
of forgotten moments
between shards of splintered glass and grit
tarnished and rusted with mildew
unretrieved pieces of life
once so important slip and slide into creases
leached away through pores and lashes
to be twisted and turned
over and over
but all emotions
hidden deep below
are but a fragile shimmer
soon covered in dust.
KD 30/9/12
This is my piece for Tess and The Mag...drop over to see the others words on this haunting photograph.
Sunday 23 September 2012
Saturday Afternoon
when we were children
the days melded
into one stream of out and about
as we explored
the back of beyond
pilots and warriors raced
through red brick alleys
pirates and wayfaring strangers
oblivious to cries from mothers indoors
cold dinners and forgotten aunts
our hands green
from stripping sage leaves
and rose petals
to mask the smell of stolen cigarettes
choked at behind high fences
we made pictures from clouds
and our dreams became wilder as the dusk settled
secrets whispered
through cupped hands over ears
lights switched on and radios blaring
as we raced home for tea.
KD 23/9/12
The image is Flying Down By David Salle 2006
Given to us by Tess at The Mag
do go and see the other writers work..it is amazing!!
Labels:
back to back houses,
birkenhead,
childhood memories,
games,
magpie tales,
poems,
the mag
Sunday 16 September 2012
dance of life
Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali
bring back the old days where we danced across the sands and threw off our shoes and felt the heat burn our souls
dusted and gritty sweat filled hours of toss and turn while above us the gulls swooped and screeched
cover me in coarse navy wool as night creeps up and the sun once burning our pasty skin flares up a flash of crimson
in its setting we talk of future journeys and as the first stars appear you tell me of hopes and dreams and i shiver with the possibility of it all
as we stand today looking at the horizon of our life we gently sway with the memories
hot sand between our toes.
KD for The Mag 16th September 2012
Labels:
love and life.,
magpie tales,
nature,
salvador dali,
the future,
the mag
Sunday 2 September 2012
Blue
summer night 1913 albert bolch
the summer moon hangs low
in star bright skies
they watch
you walk away
your thoughts tumbling
lost in quivering anger
clothed in folds of azure blue
crazed like ice
slowly dripping jealousy
in cold frosty rivulets
of hurt and sweat
their lies twisted
turning silken memories into
rough coarse twine
to be unpicked later
in the darkness of despair.
kay 2/9/2012
This weeks Magpie Tales over here....really september? where does it go.....
Labels:
albert bolch,
despair,
jealousy,
lost love,
magpie tales,
poems,
summer,
the mag
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