Down the hill
Round the bend
Over the valley
Where will it end?
Up and down
Across the land
Never ending?
Or lost in time.
This road has a start
But where does it go.
Ever on
Until tomorrow!
Tag: Poem
Drawing lashes
Blurred face
Added lashes
Tidied brows
You still are old
Your blue contact lenses
Shine brightly
But the greying lens
Of age
Cannot be beaten…
Signs of spring
Snowdrops and Crocuses
Then Daffodils and Iris
Helibores and Hyacinth
Grape Hyacinths too…
Slowly the Tulips
Spread their petals
While perennials lift
Their sleepy heads
From the soil.
As rain falls
And air warms
The Magnolia
Opens its petals
And Cherry blossom
Blooms…
Cats paws
Cats paws
Muddy feet
Climb up high
Then go to sleep!
Cheeky face
Whiskers, ears
Looking down
Gives me cheers.
Tidy cat
Fun and bounce
If not happy
Prone to flounce!
Eclipsed
A bite out of the sun..
Sunlight dims
But the star is still bright.
Too bright to look at,
So don’t stare,
Keep your eyes
On the car window
On that puddle,
In the shadows
On the wall..
The sun might dim
And dim
Till its eclipsed.
Annular or full
Will it return
Or be gone
For good?
Blinded by the moon,
Oak tree
Little Oak tree
Not great yet.
Just middle aged
Not ancient
Will you survive
Into your centenary?
Have your acorns grown,
Have you got galls?
Surviving a winters day
With a squirrels dray.
Sea of sleep
Storm tossed in my duvet
Slipping beneath waves of sleep,
Sometimes floating
Or clawing back to the surface.
Submerged in dreams
And in my galleon
Surrounded by dolphins
I finally wake
In the safe port
In the harbour,
Of bed…
Twigs
Oh what patterns they make
Waving in the air
Wind sighing and soughing
Rattling the twigs,
Scudding clouds scuttling.
Crossing the moon.
Witches fingers claw the sky
Bristling branches riding high.
Each security light blinks
On and off
On and off..
Mad morse code
Storm warning
Resting
Sleeping, resting
Eyes tight shut
Gentle snoring
Dreaming but
Soon the first
Dream twitching starts..
His eyebrows furl
His nostrils flare
What thoughts are running
Through his nightmare.
And then
And then
A single sigh
And peace and calm
Take over again.
Sleep
Rest
Relax…
Morphius returns.
Sartorial. What’s that?
I’m not the most sartorial walker,
Nothing matches
Everthing clashes
I like my white hair
Like I’ve had a bad scare!
Black and white trousers,
Red boots,
Purple jacket,
Blue fleece and mask,
I’m still standing
But my toes hurt,
My legs ache,
My fingers are white and cold
But I will do it all again
Tomorrow!
Mallaband-Brown 