Fronds, split into feathery leaves.
Under the shade of trees
Unfurl in spring
Like curled question marks
Springing out
Bright green
A lovely scene
Covering the ground
In friendly frothy growth
Ferns
Tag: Poetry
Alien?
What are you on the roof?
Looking quite aloof!
Are you an alien
Searching for the proof
That human life exists
Among our clouds and mists
What else can you be?
You look odd, you see
Wonder what YOU are?
An an-a-mom-meter!
Storm Agnes?
Heavy clouds, dark grey
Scudding past,
light and dark
Dark and light.
The ivy waves
in rippling winds
A force is behind it.
Pushing the clouds.
Autumn rattles branches
September ends in gales
But no rain, no lightning
Just the windy gloom
Of a September afternoon.
Mince pie?
It’s September, obviously time
For Christmas mince pies!
The Winter Solstice
Is three months away!
How many sweet desserts
Will be eaten before the season?
We are in mists and mellow fruitfulness
Autumn just begun, not winter yet…
Not Angels and jingle bells!
Eat by date?
Best before 7th October!
Will be spoiled by Christmas!
Spiralling
Simple swirls and spirals
Helical, spring like,
Layered pattern,
A tornado or galaxy
Hurricane or sink outlet?
Spiralling out of control.
An intricate web has been spun.
Whirlpool spins and tugs
Ties you in knots.
I am
I am a coffee cup
Drawn in photoshop
I was my owners friend
Until I got broke
My owner dropped me
And as I fell
I hit my limb on the floor
I had no handle any more
Our friendship has lasted though
Now I sit proud
I have a Christmas cactus to hold
On my gentle grey inside.
Cats eyes
Gold or green
Yellow or Blue
Cats are stars
Love them, do
Iris opens wide
And then
Slits appear
The sun to hide.
Bright and early
Morning light,
Beautiful cats eyes
What a sight!
Looking back
Canal barges at Etruria
Dappled in the tree shade
Sparkling shimmers on the water
White bridge over canal
Snaking rudder stripes
Chimneys and canal roses.
Heat and sunlight.
Pattern by the towpath
Canalside spectacular view.
Hot toast and tea
Lashings of toast
Slurping of tea
Having a snack
Just for me
Butter on bread
Melted and soft
Strong cuppa to go
With hot toast you see.
Almost a year
Almost a year
Time has moved on
From when I heard
That you were gone
The Earth around the Sun
That shone
Has turned full circle
And flown on
Around the galaxy
So that now
We cannot ever
Return anon.
Still raw my thoughts
Reach back in time.
I miss you so
Hence this Bad rhyme
I hope that if you were to glance
At this mad poem
You’d laugh and prance
And tell me ‘chill!’
Take no heed
We must survive
Old life’s sad dance!
Mallaband-Brown 