Night sky
Like a painting
Moon swirls with cloud
Like cream
in a cup of coffee
Bronze leaves glint
Moonlight sparkles down
Van Gogh imagining
Light and dark
Blackness enveloping all…
Romantic and moody night.
Night sky
Tag: Poem
Perspective
We look on
As the rain falls
Slurs across the road
Like a drunken man
Distortions on my glasses
Watery waves
And rivulets
Oil on water smears
As cars drive by
Bow waves like ships
Excited by the waves
Of water and light.
Pumpkin
We met one evening
You were on a wall
And smiled at me
Your toothy grin
Orange teeth
Sharpened for snacking
The flame lacking
From your triangle eyes.
Wait till dark
And someone will light you
A spark to your candle
A soft light
Orange shaded
But beware
The wind may blow
And your spark will go
Out….
Halloween idea
I had a go at this…..
I am Christine ghost of the day and the other side of the bay…………?
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Warm cats
I think cats are magnets
Magnitised to heat
Attracted like North poles
To the South Pole
of the heater.
Lines of force,
Pulling them in,
But not too close
Too much heat repels
Just enough to warm
Their iron filing fur…
Heat seekers…
If he loses?
A non partisan poem?
The clock is ticking.
If he loses
Will the World end?
No
Will my heart stop?
No.
Will a war start?
No
Things will change slowly
Life will continue
Death will continue
But
He will sell snow
In the Arctic
He will sell coal
To Miners
He will make himself
Great again.
Mask
You are a mask
You mask your face
You mask your mouth
Your smile is hidden
Dark holes
where your eyes should be
Hiding so much meaning
Muffled
Held in
Good or bad
How can I know
Cryptic?
Cute
Cat
Cute
Cuddly
Cheeky
Cheerful
Catalogue
Caterpillar?
Chuckling
Cheering
Charm
Cool
Cat….
horse on its side
OK, I dont know why I like this
but this horse
on its side
could be stone
waiting to be carved
hewn out of rock
pumice from a volcano
found in an ancient town
or modern art
tipped sideways to shock
graffitti painted in white
on a famous building?
or slapped onto shutters
before they open
to the next day’s sun.
Leaves
You left me.
Fluttering to the ground
Piled up around me
Shrouding my roots
Free from my twigs
You colour the land
Leaves leave
Only a few left
To detach eventually
In winter storms.
Mallaband-Brown 