Solitary lover,
Of a thousand faces.
Morphing the hour
As you call for me.
On the desolate shore
Between hook and floundered sea
You deliver to me
Your beauty and your cruelty.
MISTRESS
What is she like?
Your new mistress.
Exotic temptress
Name etched in skin.
Will she make you work?
To enter her sanctuary
Heady height of privilege
Balcony suspended over hardship
Do you want it?
Elite pleasures of her silken surface
Or the earthy oneness of
Of those fuelling her muddy belly.
There was never a contest
A sole mate
Or a family, a destiny,
A pearl.
Morning Snow
The snow this morning.
Softening this London grey
To dove white.
Steel yielding to cotton.
Winter blossoms drift
In white orchards air
And linger like a lover’s greeting
Kissing my eyes, lips, hair….
Hour
No one does love poetry like our Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy. Here’s one of my favourites from her Rapture collection:
Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour, bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich. We find an hour together and spend it not on flowers
Or wine, but the whole of a summer sky and a grass ditch.
For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair
Like treasures on the ground; the Midas light
Turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here
We are millionaires, backhanding the night
So nothing dark will end our shining hour,
Ne jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit
Hung from the blade of grass at your ear,
No chandelier or spot light see you better lit
Than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,
But love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
Fish Eyes
Through a fish eye
There you are
Beautiful
In your new frame.
Telling me
That it’s the same.
What an aching sight
You are. Glowing
Under new sun.
So much
You appear
To have forgotten.
Blackening
As you reach for me.
Vanishing
As I reach for you.
But telling me
That it is the same.
It’s So Cold
The weather conditions have dipped to an icy low, and the winds have turned cold…. The type that catches your breath as you step out of the house. The days are short and dark… but there is no reason to welcome the darkness.
… your absence has bought with it an empty silence. I’m missing your morning calls, those good morning wishes, the sound of your voice and the love of my dearest friend. The mornings come and go in silence. Lunchtime comes and passes… there is to be no more sunshine at Sunshine café. Then it gets to home time…. Time to look forward to bed…. To sleep and pass more time…….. ……..
See Soar
See saw
Up I go
Seeing you
Down below
Watching me
As I soar then
Landing catlike
By you once more.
See saw
Up you go
Leaving me
Down below
Watching you
As you soar
Only to
Return no more.
That Last Night
Where we stopped time, and yet time devoured.
Blossomed alms of lotus flowers.
Where we watched,
the candescence of our darkest hour.
Where we fell. Somewhere between
Searing heaven & madding hell.
Where we came to spill
those silent tears,
memory rush of sun filled years.
Where you whispered your forevers.
Where I could feel your last goodbye.
I think your wishes work
I wish you a lovely day
Went away
And now they are not.
Bottle
What funny things I find
At the bottom of bottles.
Eye to mouth
A photo album
A book chapter
A woman decaded.
Yesterday I found my sanity
Swilling at the bottom
Insane.
Today I found some eye weights
Which I eagerly donned
In hope.
