Hidden pies,
barrels of beer under the floorboards,
and a song.
The old cafe
sits waiting for the gold rush time to come,
and sighs.
An open door,
there’s food, drinks, and sweets galore,
and a dance.
Tag: poem
For Yemen
Dead eyes see nothing,
for life has gone from their bodies.
Their blood mixes with the dust
as the Earth tries to cover our shame.
The broken bodies of unjust wars,
their silence goes unnoticed by many.
You fear the ghosts of the dead,
yet you turn away as bombs kill the living.
A selective concern for war,
there is always a right side and a wrong side.
Funnelled news distorts your mind,
thinking too deeply cuts into internet shopping.
You curse Russia for the war in Ukraine,
yet you don’t know where Yemen is on a map.
Whoever
Whoever stands there,
whatever they say,
they are moments in time.
Whoever stands up,
whatever they said,
we remember their words
Whoever has died,
whatever they do,
we feel their anguish
Whoever idly watches,
whenever atrocities occur,
we turn away from them
To Sit
to sit alone,
hidden from the rain
darkening the afternoon sky
alone with my thoughts
staring at the raindrops
falling hard towards the ground
to sit with you
the collector of my thoughts
shaping poetry you won’t read
tickled by your humour
understanding we are different,
yet we are the same
Inspiration: Tentative, Perfumed, Bridge
Ivory and Rose
a soft complexion
Bathed in sunlight
warm Ivory and Dusty Rose
Lovely almond eyes
hide unexplored longings
Love moves on the wind
flowers release the scent of summer
To be your only love
scented and waiting for you to arrive
A hesitation sees you turning away
courage to speak the words
You stop, freeze and turn around
a look is enough
for me to know
Your love for me is now enough
The Dinner Party
The dinner party begins
by the shadows of amber candlelight.
Dinner is served to the
sound of a flirty swing and jazz band.
Mad and wild vibes flow
as their manners and decorum vanish.
The band plays wild jazz
as the dinner table begins to vibrate.
The guests and hosts lose
control as the glass starts breaking.
Everyone dances wildly to
the end of everything as the house
collapses around them.
A Terrible Mess
A loud bang
you never knew what hit you
A terrible mess
who knew it would be this hard
you tremble
unable to move from the spot
you begin to cry
condensed milk is everywhere
The Wren
I wake up to stifling heat. The news shows an arctic blast in the north, so I daydream.
Transported to the snow, I hear the sweet made-up song of a wren and what I think might be the sound of crispy snow.
Jolted back to reality, a sparrow sits on the fence, laughing at me.
Yuletide
A Northern Vision
Forest vibrations and snow
This Merry Yuletide
Inspiration: Cherish, Tenuous, Window
looking out
a heart’s desire
cobbled streets
romance once set in
the visible sea
no sign of the ship
waiting for x to come home
the cut-out walls
clean glass for a short time
amorous longings
silence louder than a bomb
a heart lost at sea
impossible to cage freedom
all the more exciting
when x brings the sea home
C & K 