Varnish and stuff
An old bulb
Some pens
A ttube of salon?
Detritus in a glass
Collected then forgotten
Why don’t I throw you away
Why can’t I let go?
So you mean so much.
Should I keep you
Or let you vanish?
Varnish
Tag: Poetry
Bricks
Old crumbling bricks
And concrete.
Metal plate
supports the wall
Holds it all together
Crumbling industry
Industrial archaeology.
End of an era
Death to a way of life.
Father’s and mother’s passed skills
To their sons and daughters.
Now they are lost.
Forgotten
Shuttered and lost.
Clay and dust.
Daisy flower
Gone now
Daisy flower
Held your head up high
Crumpled petals
Magenta and pink
Feeder of bees
Seed head of spikes
Like an ancient mace.
You are annual
You only flower once
Farewell…
Old Rose
Old Rose
Full of blush
Pink and plump
Last week
Petals falling
Heart exposed
This week.
How long
Will your ballerina tutu last?
Like merangue
Soft and fluffy
Light as air
Raindrops dropping
As petals drop below.
earth
Earth in a hexagon.
I guess that makes me think of bees?
What are we doing to our blue marble?
life will cling on
if we are gone,
hiding in cracks and crevices’
finding the light
maybe
if we are gone
the bees can come back
and re-colonise
earth….
I was bored
When your hubby
brings a cabbage home
Do you draw
a face on it?
Do you knit a scarf
For your leafy friend?
Hold a leafy party?
Do you dress it
In dolls clothes
Put tiny ballet shoes
on it’s roots?
Blusher on its cheeks?
What do you do
When you’re bored?
Night sky
Night sky
Like a painting
Moon swirls with cloud
Like cream
in a cup of coffee
Bronze leaves glint
Moonlight sparkles down
Van Gogh imagining
Light and dark
Blackness enveloping all…
Romantic and moody night.
Perspective
We look on
As the rain falls
Slurs across the road
Like a drunken man
Distortions on my glasses
Watery waves
And rivulets
Oil on water smears
As cars drive by
Bow waves like ships
Excited by the waves
Of water and light.
Pumpkin
We met one evening
You were on a wall
And smiled at me
Your toothy grin
Orange teeth
Sharpened for snacking
The flame lacking
From your triangle eyes.
Wait till dark
And someone will light you
A spark to your candle
A soft light
Orange shaded
But beware
The wind may blow
And your spark will go
Out….
Halloween idea
I had a go at this…..
I am Christine ghost of the day and the other side of the bay…………?
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Mallaband-Brown 