A hanging spider
Swinging about on the web
Ready for some tea
Stillness between the trees
snowflakes fall
Something reminds her of love
sweet memories
Standing in the fresh air of youth
sorrow floods in
Standing in the stillness without you
soft flakes fall
Little Paws
Rustling outside removed her from a nap.
Going to the door and looking outside, she stumbled upon a bag of seeds.
Keen to see them grow, she propagated the “Little Paws”.
After six months, meowing starts coming from the greenhouse; she runs outside to see kittens everywhere.
green rain-soaked hills
soft mist masks the reality
walking to find the sky
feeling sadness in each step
grey thoughts turning
becoming a moonless night
amongst the high mist
alone with many thoughts
contemplating endings
feeling a shift
forcing feet to move
a slow descent
Grass moves with the wind
Granting myself peace to dream
From the train window
Two + The Sea
o’er the grassy sand dunes,
we went tumbling towards the soft sea.
you and me together,
two carefree lovers looking for free.
rolling until we stop,
out of breath from laughing with the sea.
you and I are running,
never stopping until you can see.
standing on the Skerry,
looking towards you, the azure sea
I don’t want to be free,
I want you to be a part of me.
Green
plants in the office
reaching for the pinnacle
watching the plants die
the boss wants to have a word
the colour green is too much
Flowers
an urge for flowers
gigil at the croaking frogs
dance to the birdsong
throw your clothes to the four winds
unconstrained at the gardens
Forest Queen
The forest listens for the vibrations of music;
soon, the time will pass, and she will come.
The music of her love for them starts to play;
sad faces brighten as feet touch the soil.
The dancing to honour the forest and her loves;
she spins and twirls with the Fireflies tonight.
The trees never stir as the fire burns along;
they stand tall, watching and listening.
Lobster Feels
Out there with the heavy clouds hanging around you and the sea never far away from your messed up heart, I listen to you experiment with the notion that not all humans are here to grow old.
Fearful of your words, I listened to you tell me how you want to caress a Lobster.
C & K 