Green
Floating
Upwards
Amid grey billows.
Like green dragons
Frogs
Or flattened chickens.
Strange creatures
Caught in a net of cloud…
In the sky
Tag: Poetry
Wassail
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.
Morning sun
Light pouring through
Liquid sun
Shadows thrown
Lens flare
So bright it hurts
Green and grey
Inside warmth
Outside, cold and bright.
Southern star
Shine bright.
Sunlight
Sunshine
Owls
Oi you!
Who are you looking at?
This is an owl seat
Go somewhere else!
Owls rule here
Birds are best!
Owls are tough!
Together we can rule the world!
My boy
My boy was here first
My boy is patient
He’s cute
His eyes close and he smiles.
My boy is not a large cat
He’s compact
Just the right size.
My boy is a tuxedo cat,
He wears it well.
This is his space.
He owns it,
Belongs here
Warm and friendly
He is mine
I am his.
Christmas owl?
Baubles and glitter
Owlish glass eyes
Tinsel and paper chains
Stationary supplies
Could be for Christmas
Could be for spring
Maybe for summer
A decorative thing….
What is this poem?
Totally daft
Owling not owing
Writing this draft.
Choir practice
We sang together
Here choirs
Stood and sang
The Music rose
And swirled
Susserations
Chords
Sybillance,
Words mix
Like kneaded dough
Pummeled and pushed
Descant rise
Low voices rumble
Carrying the highs
Above them.
Leasure and pleasure
Through sound
Alto
Bass
Tenor
Soprano
In harmony.
and finally
Memory of summer
Im there again
amongst the scents
of floral heaven.
baskets of joy
lavender spikes
cornflowers glowing blue.
heady pinks
nasturtiums
and twining vines.
Over all
an angel
protecting and
providing
sunshine
rain
and light.
Waiting
For daffodils
For tulips
For helibores
And hyacynths
Start with snowdrops
And irises.
Crocuses
And primrose.
Pushing up through
Bare. Cold ground
Warmth arrived
Each. Flower head
Brings. Spring
Closer.
Owl
Toowit toowoo
Male and female
Singing to each other
Across the night.
Tawny owls
Once I heard them
Up, beyond the house
In the trees.
Calling
Toowit toowoo!
Ow gone
Sad memories
Lost
Mallaband-Brown 