C and K Words

Gothic Pair

A gothic stare,
dark wild hair.

So lovely, fair,
a beautiful pair.

Hand in hand
dancing in finery
giddy from drink

Glitzy amber dim lights
full of love down below
and up in the heavens

The dancing intensifies
a quickening tempo
feeling like letting loose

Side-by-side dancing
around the room foot to foot
gesticulating wildly

A crystal locket,
found deep in the indigo
shrubs; so familiar.
Inside, a photo of a
woman who looks just like her.

Photographs line the computer screen
showing pictures
of living and dead people frozen in time.

Pausing to look at one image of us
together as children;
Pausing, taking in the years just passed.

Pressing mobile phone keys in horror;
It’s impossible to telephone you now,
as they have no phones in your heaven.

Perhaps thoughts of those roses or
a drink of tea will do to think about
the way you said my name to me
and the way you spoke so kindly.

Hair moving in the wind,
reminding me of the ocean waves.

Wild, dark hair moving, whipping and
lashing at her face, neck and body.

Ocean waves gather force,
reminding me of the storms and cyclones.

Wild eyes stare away,
lost in the ocean, seeking a lost lover.

Hair moving in the storm,
she fades into the saltwater spray.

Walking with the trees
Majestic redwoods hover
hiding their feelings
Shy at first, one starts talking
wisdom from the ancient ones

Neon lights keep dancing all alone
as the winter silence settles in for a time.

Empty and forgotten items move
amongst the feelings of a vast wasteland.

Forgotten, empty, silent feelings of
isolation, longing, and unfinished plans.

The door to the pub swings open;
no one exits, for there are
only ghosts in this place.

Colours swirl
moving cloth

dancing flowers
blooming bright

sunshine light
sadness lost

moving streets
festival of light

Under the Southern stars
where the moonless sky meets the desert
The fireflies dance for us

Infectious, we begin to stand up
by the warmth of the fire, we move
Dancing freely with the fireflies

Once worn for freedom,
now they’ve shrunk in size, colour;
little shorts, freedom.