Privateer

Your arms embrace the universeImage result for pirate historical

Seeking to understand

Through a crystal eye.

Dreaming  of ports

Under the Northern Lights;

Stars dance.

Only fifteen

She died

In a debtors,

Prison.

You said you would save her.

She stood on the pier

Watching.

Dry with despair.

You waved.

Knowing you would fail.

The undulating sea

Brings you home.

 

 

 

 

Love letter to C

They found your name

In an ancient language.

Mysterious something

Brought to life.

Crimson tinged:

Life’s blood made real

By your spell.

Danger hides within the seed.

It is a

Smooth transition

From pain to pleasure

As they sew you up

The Summerhouse

You must bearFile:Medieval woman by H.J. Ford.jpg

Even this.

Her left hand

Will try to rub the scar away.

The wedding band;

Coils like a snake.

Her wedding bower

A tomb.

They bring brick and mortar,

And look away when she stands watching.

Where could she run?

The  kind old woman brings her fresh grapes and bread.

Her son’s eyes;

The colour of sun on the sea

Promise more.

Chalice

She sits alone at the feast;Image result for medieval woman painting

A foreign bride in a foreign land.

Her Lord circles the room

Like the sun in the sky

From dusk until dawn.

Their language

Sounds like a song.

Shy furtive glances

Caress her.

She the unknown

Outsider.

A gift,

Pulled from her mother’s arms.

Land and sea

A lifetime away.

In her cupped hand

She smells home.

Baldur

Related imageIt was in the clouds of the sunrise

I heard his voice.

Full with the blush

Of a ripe peach;

The taste of exploration.

Summer.

He called me;

As close as a lover’s whisper,

As clear as a command.

He told me his name

Nothing more.

Perhaps it was enough.

Acknowledgement;

Name knowing,

Now we can find

Each other in the dark.

 

Time

Image result for hands holding soil free imageThe sun rises on the fertile soil;

Heels are exchanged for hoes.

Action is the spine in the body.

The statue of mother shadows the maiden.

Breath is magic.

We dream of Avalon

While planning for Ever-After.

The paper thin lines of life

Keep us humble.

Philip

I slip into myself

An awkward child

All legs and arms.

Dream;

Eyes furtive

A bull calf

Trying spindly legs

This world

So large.

The God calls

And I answer.

Images are atoms.

I love.

Open to all

Life will unfold

As it will;

And I grow.

Dad

Image result for pearly kingYou sleep in your vodka stained bed

Dreaming of the tragic past,

And the hopeless future.

The house weeps

As I gaze from the moving bus.

I dream.

Did you know

How much time we had?

We danced around the Pearly King

Hoping he would save us.

 

 

 

Dew

Image result for lips of a statueHe carried a pitchfork

And a hoe.

I dreamed of

Innocent and hard passion

In the back of the bus.

We played tug of war with our eyes

And no more.

I am a widow,

Mourning for the

Death of us.

Want

She exhales

A few brief moments to hear her thoughts

The room surrounds her

The pen

A lover,

Soft and smooth

Gliding across the page .

Spell speaker,

Truth teller,

“I dream “

The lines dance,

Male seeking female;

Positive to negative

Open and ready.

Blow

Out the

Candle

And dream.

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