Hanging willow
Dragging your leaves
Down into the water.
A fringe of twigs
Shimmer and shake
Reflected in the waters
Sheltering the birds
Lake land tree
Hiding them from predators…
Giving them a home….
Old willow
Tag: Poetry
Cat sat
Cat sat….
On the mat,
In the tree,
On the ground,
By a bush,
Under a leaf,
By a chair,
On the table,
In the washing machine??
On my lap, purr….
On my laptop!
On a silk blouse,
In the car?!
In a box,
In the shed,
Cat sits wherever it wants!
Building up pattern
Layers and layers
Iteration after iteration.
An every day object
Transformation
Into patterns
Light and confusion
Twisted and tumbled
A muddled reunion!
Has Santa been yet?
Dawn is a coming
The sleigh is halfway
On its route around
The world.
Up and down continents
North and South
From East to west
He flies.
Pulled by reindeer
Under radar
Over phone lines.
Past startled cats.
Waking birds too
For an early
Dawn chorus.
Santa’s sleigh
Is on its way!
Saturated
Just tried adjusting the colours on this leaf, then decided to write a poem.
Saturated leaf
Bright and breezy
Fell from a tree
Really was easy
Just one blow
A puff of wind
Made the leaf
Fall, descend.
Before the mud
Washed the colours away
Gave it some highlights
Using filters to play.
A year ago
I wrote this poem on Facebook a year ago. The Wassail which would have been in January, had been cancelled so I wrote this poem. It might be cancelled again in January 2022.
Drink mulled cider
Dance and turn
beat the apple bough
Sing and burn
Fires to fight
And defeat the dark
Bring good fortune
To the bark.
Wassail the folk
Who sing in praise
A happy new year
And prosperity raise.
Remembered wassail
But not this time
Socially distanced
Won’t be the same.
Little sweety
Sweet little cat
Plays with my keyboard
Paws on the mouse
She rules my office
Queen of the house!
I love her dearly
But when I’m working
She has very nearly
Crashed all my work!
Crying dragon
Tell me dragon
Why do you cry?
Why aren’t you flying
Up very high?
I can’t he said
With a tear in his eye
I walk on the ground
Not up in the sky!
But why is that?
Then with a great sigh
He told me sadly
I no longer fly
My wings disappeared
I just want to die!
So I bought an old glider
Made of two by one ply
Glued on the wings
Now the dragon can Fly!
Leafy
Oh for autumn
Gone away
Not to be seen
For another day
Plants die back
Leaves fall down
Winter comes
And freezes the ground
Warmth has seeped
Away from here
Brilliant sun
No longer near
Frosts and fogs
Are here this year
To chill your bones
Cold winds you hear.
So come back autumn
Come back spring
One more summer
To make me sing.
Cream
Time for cream to celebrate, on mince pies, trifle and pud. With brandy added or sugar, it’s got to make it good.
On chocolate hot, or a steaming pot of coffee with some whisky. Cream is such a delightful treat, when it’s single, double of whisk-ed.
Add a bit to soups and sauces, give a drop to fruit and berries, savour its flavour in cocktails too. It all depends what you do!
Mallaband-Brown 