poem – C & K

Soft Afternoon

Cold toes remain still
A Schönbrunn Palace afternoon
Soft colour of sleep

A cloud hides the sun.
The temptation to nap comes;
the sun leaves the cloud.
Determined to take a nap,
closing every single blind.

Full moon and it’s late
The deepening emptiness
of the lit car park
Driving along sleepy streets
only a touch of the brake

Two wee lads walking
to their favourite cafe
where the tops are low.

Along this road they
both have travelled many times
with their pet Haggis.

A chuckle from one,
and an unexpected fart
from the other one.

Swaying and watching,
they are tooting and chuckling
away from their home.

The Winter dark train
Rain running down my worn view
The fur children wait
You are eating Japanese
I wait for home on the train

a sea of vibrations
encased within the music
the ego is exalted
waves crash into the cold night
a fierce southerly wind

words in solitude
letters written on parchment
pouring his soul out
folded and tied with ribbon
treasure chests full of stories

The anniversary of your death.
One year since the touch of your soft hand
found the curves of your soulmate’s lips.

Within the forgotten shadows of
the quiet, darkening afternoon,
your ghost comes to carry her away.

The glittering sand
countless diamonds and gemstones
Adorn the Desert

amongst coloured roses
an exchange of poetry
the giving of rings