A glass star
Made by my man
Held together with love
Fused into one piece
By the heat
Of the sun.
Tag: Poetry
Lost cat
Cat hidden in dusty shadow. Lost to the World.
You were smart and neat once, now slightly chipped and nicked.
No longer on display, but hidden in a corner .
Spotted paint is scuffed, dots are faded,
But you can’t leave, you are an old friend .
Will you ever see the light of day, no sign of your return to favour.
Fold yourself into the corner, stay stray until you are called back. Home.
The twelve days of ecology.
Twelve frogs a leaping
Eleven bees a sipping,
Ten cats a jumping,
Nine birds a singing,
Eight fish a feeding,
Seven dogs a panting,
Six deer prancing,
Five gold fish
Four calling herds
Three spring beans
Two collared greens
And a parsnip in a pear tree.!
Happy Merry Christmas everyone x slightly mad I know x
Light patterns
Twist and tear
Let light scratch up
Twigs and branches
Silhouette the clouds
Weather pleasant to come.
Getting chilled for Christmas.
Read the weather from the sky.
Hug a mug of coffee
See Dawn in and out.
Looking two ways
Remember the future
Wait for the past
How do we know
Times arrows flow past ?
Broken to mended.,
Crumbled to fixed…
I know its happened
Days before this.
Weather makes patterns
Time takes your mind
Going to sleep
And wake up past this.
Go forward and backwards
Through times tangled forest,
Caught in the branches, twigs and boughs,
Only returning slowly to now.
This cat is sat…
This cat is sat
On the mat,
On my feet,
You can feel the heat,
Of his body
I’m pinned to the floor,
Can’t reach the door.
His big white paws
Rest on my feet.
Cat sat on mat,
He must be fat.
he’s heavy
And he isn’t moving.
Warm purrs arise,
I’m stuck
Curled cat.
Dawn
I just accidentally clicked on the new editor and didn’t understand it at all. My photos uploaded straight away but then I couldn’t work out how to add text? Has anyone else used it yet?
Anyway ..
Dawn,
Bright sky, blue moon, sharp stars.
Pink and yellow sparkle,
Flat blue and violet.
No clouds this morning,
Just smoke trails in the blue.
Azure hue, tinge of grey.
Twigs and branches scratch holes
Through into the night.
Fingers of dark pulling down the dark,
Dawn into Dusk.
I’ll go out and buy one.
A handbook for engineering,
A toy racing car,
A second hand oil heater.
I’ll go out and buy one he said.
We don’t need an engineers thesaurus,
A scalextric set,
Extra heating,
She advised…..
I’ll get some glue,
And some wood
And some brackets
He said.
We don’t need shelves,
We’ve got cupboards
And drawers
She replied.
I’ll get some yeast
And flour (strong white)
And a mixing bowl
He told her.
But you burn toast
Add salt to cakes
And set fire to the grill
Three times.
I’ll buy a shed, she said
For you, she said
Then you’ll be happy
She said.
Scarred pears
Ripening,
Your bruises show on your skin.
Where wind and birds have scratched
And clawed at you.
But impenetrable until ripe
Your green skin is freckled and dented.
Even squirrels attempted a nibble
But the weight of your plumpness denied their grip,
Instead hurling you to the hard ground.
Collected to be put into a pie,
Cut up or discarded.
Your fate awaits.
Hunched over my phone 📱
Oh the bells and whistles
Oh the joy of text.
Tied to my computer
Can’t give it a rest .
Colours lights and art groups
Follow this and that
Games and news and videos
Just another app.
Fake and real and horrible,
Words all torn and turned
Life is just an algorithm
Reality unheard.
Sent from my mobile
Into your old brain
Never been so engaged
With nothing, no real gain.
So put that ruddy phone down
Turn off your all your apps
A call back to reality
Before your life is …
Hacked!
Mallaband-Brown 