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When he was young he used to climb
But I had no head for heights
He’d climb down cliffs
Or up tall pikes
While I stood by in fear
He’d disappear below my view
And I would cower in dread
Till he came back from his perch
On steps above the sea.
He never slipped, or dropped or fell
I was so proud of him
While I crawled on hands and knees
A victim of vertigo,
Atop the smallest hill!
Now he had fallen out of sight
Never to reappear
But I will wait and hope one day
I’ll join him safely, my fate?
It didn’t happen
No rose
No wine
No sweet kiss
Just your presence
Missed.
Something caught her eye
Startled, she looked
Cat treats,
Her favourite
There on the screen
In front of her
Then gone, in a flash!
Disappointed
She washes and settles.
It’s not sound that gets her interest,
But vision.
Sweet boy
I see him smile
His eyes crinkle
His nose soft
White paws and socks
Whiskers bright
He loves me, is happy
No claws today
Except in the new chair
But I forgive
Purr…
Then grab a toy
And play!
I want to sleep soundly
Breathe roundly
Feel calmly relaxed
I don’t want pain
Or even gain
Just deep sleep
Snoring softly
Waking from lofty
Dreams and slumbers
Castles and clouds
Instead of eyes opening
On a dark night
Onto an empty space
Alone
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
I promise myself
To get rid of clutter
But it piles up
More comes through the door
And more and more
Not neat and tidy
Not filed in folders
But piled in boxes
On cupboards
On a chair
On the sofa
In bags.
Oh heavens
Will I ever declutter?
Never flown
Never will
Can you make me?
Not unless I’m asleep
Completely unconscious
The world blotted out?
But what about
My carbon flight print?
I would not fly far
Maybe, island hop, to Skye?
Perhaps I could hanglide?
Or take a hot air balloon
Over my home town.
Or an airship blimp?
Parachute strapped to my back
Or wings glued on like Icarus?
Don’t get too close to the sun
But I would have my eyes closed
Vertigo engaged.
I would rather NOT fly.
Somewhere to sit
Somewhere to think
Look at the view
(a car park?)
Time to rest with your shopping
Before you go to the car!
Not one for a memorial…
Here sat Hilda
Her shopping bag
Was too heavy
And her chicken defrosted
Before she got it home….
He likes his green toy mouse
Kick, bite, grapple
He tired himself out.
Dozing now
Whiskers twitch
Small snores
Mouse within reach
Try and take it
He will stir
And pounce
Play again…
Out in the sunshine
Watching the cedars
Blown in the wind
A sudden squall
And they are dripping
Cold droplets down my neck!
Old trees
Friends with fronds!
Mallaband-Brown