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Topsy Turvey,
Twins delight,
Equal and separate,
Day and night.
Each a mirror of the other,
Turned around
And upside down,
Genes and cells
Devise new life,
Twinned and linked,
Try as they might,
To be seperate
To be free,
Each one connected,
You and me.
You shackled my heart,
Love, locked shut,
You closed the gate and threw away the key.
Your love rusted away,
Stopping the blood,
Iron filings instead of red corpuscles…
Bitter cold rain blended with tears,
No love here,
No more love, no more light,
Fastened in and imprisoned,
The dove turned to stone.
Take flight through one tiny gap.
Find new love,
Unbarred.
In 2015 I went on a photo walk organised by a friend round a local town called Burslem. The town is quite run down in places, but thats what made it interesting. Neglect sharpens architecture. Photos taken on an old vodaphone.
Green wood
Red sign,
Green door ,
Blue door,
Bricks by glass,
Breeze blocks behind window,
Rust and wood,
Blackberries colonise
With ease.
Document these,
Please.
Your sky is trapped up high,
Below the stars you spy
Cerulean blues,
Ultramarine hues.
Tiles and bricks embrace
a pale blue face,
Reflecting windows catch the rays
of sunlight dappling through leaves.
No clouds can dampen your topaz sight.
slow shading to darkest night.
Trapped blue, without rain,
tomorrow shine out again.
Summer and its flavours,
Crisp and crunchy flowers,
Take us through the hours,
of summer bright and light.
Hot and tasty bowers,
Nasturtium flowers are sour,
But sweet plums ripen here
In the shining Sun.
Before the ripe tomatoes,
Before the mellow mists,
Before the damp of Autumn,
Summer gives its gifts.
Sunshine and wild showers
Heat for many hours
Summer cooks its fruit,
Raspberries and pears.
Oranges and almonds
Appear on our tables
Strawberries of fable
Melt with mint and cream.
Plums and pomegranates
Begonias and daisies,
Lobelia and lemons,
Summer coloured sweet.
Now come the dark days,
Shorter every hour
Equinox is coming
Day will turn to night.
Never lose the summer
Keep it in your mind.
Smell and taste its wonders
Soon to burst again.
I love the summer,
I love the light,
I hate the winter,
Brings on dark and night.
Darn it I’m awake again,
3 hours sleep so far,
Woken by an urge to do,
What nature calls me to.
Damn it I’m awake again
Before the birds first call,
Very dark turns slightly light,
Now sleep is hit by blight.
Drat it I’m awake too much,
At night I barely sleep
Yet in the bright arousing day,
My mind slips far away.
So let me sleep an hour more,
Give me that much ease,
Don’t let me stay awake at night,
But let my dreams take flight.
Goodnight..
Goodnight..
Good night….zzzzz
S p i r a g l n l i
o u t o f c . . o . . n . t l r o
I love spirals,
Twirling round and far,
Spiral buns and spiral suns
And spiral galaxies.
I love
Spirals…..
Twisting round
My tongue… making
Tornadoes . .
And hurricanes . .
Fly around .
The land.
My cat tipped his box up today and seemed to enjoy sitting in it like that. Each end of the box has a hole in it and he could see his sister through the hole. He pounced on her a few times, with that bottom waggle that cats do.
I know it makes a mess of the house, but the cats love boxes and how could you say no to this?
Cat jumps into box …
Cat jumps onto chair …
Cat jumps up to windowsill….
Box tips up
Chair is now occupied by cat.
Plant falls off window ledge.
Cause and effect?
Cat thinks it’s just normal.
Human tidies up box,
Human picks cat off chair, cat sits on humans lap.
Human replaces plant, cat knocks it off again, and again, and again.
Humans never learn!
Like Poseidons trident, copper, turquoise green,
You stand gaunt against the sky.
A foregone, forgotten, street light or gaslamp?
Still holding your shape,
like an ancient but modern sculpture,
battling the elements, salt spray, sea mists. ..
Atop a castle keep? No arch of stone,
barrier to tide.
To light the lonely home after one too many?
Find their mackerel way back from the fishmongers?
Spent a day out at sea and you, lighthouse, cast a gentle glow?
Find solace for the bereaved,
a tristing place away from the town?
Seafront, sentinel, what did you Sea?
Having a lazy morning lie in,
Resting my head on the pillow,
Listening to Ave Maria on the radio,
Cat on the bed,
My screen on an angle,
Breakfast in bed?
Snuggled up in the duvet.
Nothing to worry on,
Might as well sleep in….
Mallaband-Brown