Old pine tree, gnarled and twisted,
cracked and crumbling,
roots deep in the ground.
Wind rises, pushes against the pine
boughs flying, bent back
air soughing through you limbs
great gusts destroy you.
Old pine, gone.
Tag: Poem
THUD! Patter, patter, patter……
On my kitchen roof
Bouncing around,
Pesky magpies and pigeons.
I like them,
Don’t get me wrong,
But just as I’m about to
Pour a coffee
THUD patter patter,
Or get the bread out of the oven…
THUD patter patter
Delicately lining up some icing
THUD! Patter…. Patter!
Do you have to?
You make me jump…
THUD!
Blue smile
I see your blue smile
Sad and sorry
Waiting to leave,
Waiting for a second
Before you go.
Before the smile fades
And you start to cry
Seeing nothing but tears.
At least you had a smile
Once….
That look
That look says
Spider,
I see you,
There is no escape,
I will watch you
And when you are not looking,
I will pounce.
But now
I will just stare
My two big eyes
Against your eight.
Let me sniff your hand hooman.
I smell your hand hooman
It sniffs of coffee and paint
Of lavender and cut grass.
It smells of sausages and chips
Salt and vinegar.
Your hooman hand is warm
And soft.
Your hooman hand gives me
Food and water.
It strokes my belly
My nose and head.
You are my hooman
And I own you!
Ello?!
ello, ow art yow?
I’m reet tired duck.
Why’s that my dear Mon?
Been down’t farm t’feed heffers
Check t’ ducks ‘n’ chuckhens
Made some chayse,
Layd a hedge
Milked t’owd goat
Brought in’t corn,
Flailed t’ barley
walked ower t’ orchard
Brung sum coookin apples owm.
Made a napple pye fer tea.
Then strode down tut pub
fer a pint of scrumpy cyder.
Drank tow much
Cayme owm legliss
Fell ower.
Slept in’t oss trough.
But I’m fine.
Hello July
As June turns into July
I see a bird rise up to fly
I see a cloud floating past
and a flag upon a mast.
I see buttered scones
and currant buns,
Ice cream cones
and happy mums,
dozing cats all curled, asleep
The carp from its pond does peek
People rest and take their ease.
Buzzy are the drones of bees.
Now that summers at its height
Feel the Sun in its might.
Sitting in the summerhouse
Writing the summerhouse,
In the baking heat,
Trying to relax and stretch,
On a hot seat.
No double glazed windows
No insulation to keep us cool.
Only the doors to open
See the little pool.
The steam is rising from my head,
My feet feel like lead.
Hot and humid
Wringing wet
Skin is dripping
With sweat.
Then the radio blared out
34 degrees at Heathrow
Cold, cool, frozen, water, shivering, teeth chattering….none of these are here right now.
If I had got ice or ice cream I would eat it like snow.
Thats what I want, you know.
Darkening sky and rising breeze,
Thunder rumbles overhead
Drops of water trickle down
Now heat and wind have fled.
A streak of lightening,
A whip of lightening Streaks the air
Then the pub returns a blare
Of House, rap, and garage music.
It’s not the heat that drives me in.
But the beat that does my head in!
Glass window?
I was playing around with a photo of the stained glass windows in the church and came up with this. I sort of like it although I’m not sure the church would. When you use flood fill it causes a loss of details so you can’t see the faces on the image. I chose a rainbow flood fill so could create circles on top of the image.
Circles
curves and angels
winged with colour
flying high.
Art with rainbows
Black reflections,
illuminating and obscuring.
Circular arguments,
simple shapes
scriptural thoughts
saints and sinners,
seperated by glass.
Sunlight
6am, sunlight creeps in
and bathes the dusty books
with a golden glow
chases away the cobwebs
sings loudly by the door
breaks vases with a sparkle
finds dust motes in the air.
Sunlight cleans and bleaches
exposes over and over
till red book covers are faded
now salmon pink
Sunlight tinged with heat
warms your head
tickles your feet
raises a smile
makes you feel alive
a photosynthetic dash
of vitamin D
Sunlight is Life.
Mallaband-Brown 