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Brimble Cottage

IMG_1623Tucked away on Dartmoor;

Vibrant life among the ancient stones.

 

Life building on the past;

Romantic decay.

 

Reprieve from a merciless pace

Of automatic messages.

The flashing motto,

“WORK UNTIL YOU DROP,”

Cemented to every high-rise.

 

The cock crows the hour.

The ponies make their daily pilgrimage

Along the narrow hedgerow.

 

Honeysuckle morning;

Lavender purple.

The bees explore.

Gold encrusted legs

Fit for a queen.

 

Stone cross along the roadway

Cannot weather a millennia

Slowly melting into a monolith.

 

A father’s nuptial speech

For his golden-haired daughter.

Attentive and authentic;

Like the love that binds them.

 

Four generations share

Elusive time.

The silence,

As much as the conversation,

Will strengthen

The family.

 

Reflections

In a courtyard.

I write,

As the equine God observes.

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Fireworks

Under the  blankets

I discovered love.

Your touch felt like

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In that song.

 

Leather and sweat,

Sunscreen on a summer’s day,

Anticipating

The next move on a pinball game.

 

Cotton candy and butter.

The circular journey on the merry go round.

 

It was ten

When the fireworks started;

Magic in the sky

Dancing like a witches spell.

We lay

Sunburnt, spent,

Wanting more.

 

 

The Great War

Image result for 1913 womanHands folded

Tight

Nails dig into skin.

Corset bound.

Breath:

Constricted,

Conditioned,

Short.

Enough to keep alive.

The truseau chest;

Life’s blood,

Her reason for being.

Started at ten;

Finished at eighteen.

Ready for the

Future.

Linen and

Embroidered bedsheets.

Victorian propriety

Her only weapon

Against the

Coming storm;

Homeless,

Manless.

Damn the War.

 

 

Fountain

poseidon-2504490_1280Liquid light dances in the air.

Magic.

The marble man

Holds his trident.

Pink dress with lace.

Auburn hair.

Simple hat to hold

The sun at bay.

She asks

Her mother for a coin.

Following the path of

Her ancestors

To a sacred source.

Seeking favour.

Chubby hands

Drop the copper penny;

An offering to

A foreign god.

Cherub

She sleeps;

A child

Waiting for

Compassion.

Listening to the silent drum.

Heart beats

Steady

Inhale,

And wait.

 

Gloaming

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As the sun

Dips below the treeline.

Even the wolves wait;

Hungry anticipation.

We found a blanket

Hidden in a

Trunk in the attic.

Wine wrapped

Inside;

Our offering.

In the clearing

We will

Toast the

Mystery of

The dying day.

 

 

 

 

Rust

7b02e6b3714f17c26613e679bec8d52eLiquid darkness is her shroud

Where once lovers walked.

Fish swim like birds over her deck.

Unsinkable;

Hubris writ large in the stars.

The stories never remembered;

The tiny child in third class.

Hiding under a now-rusty bed

The cameras found her doll.

 

Fist

fistFingers curl

Seeking their centre

And rest

On a solid palm.

Thumb encloses.

Warmth seeking

Meaning making.

Defiance.

Protection.

Feral

Instinctual

Reactive.

Love’s embrace is forgotten

In rage.

Shard

Boy looking scared through the handrail of a staircaseMy mother left when I was three

I remember her at the front door

Surrounded by the winter coats

The National Geographic magazines on the shelf framed her;

Telling my father

She wouldn’t stay.

Her fear and determination

Echoed in my ears

As I looked through

The  banister.

Tousled hair, half awake-

Possibly drunk-

He dies then.

I only realize that later.

Strength

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I can handle

The weight of the

World.

Prometheus

Was  ignorant.

He tried

Too hard.

I smile and

Humanity

Hands me their sleeping

Babies.

 

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