Eileen Prunster

Eileen Prunster Sep 2012

Re run

He was an old man
before he was born
something about him
jaded and worn
now he is aging
and living a curse
re learning lifes lessons
stuck in reverse

Old before his time he never gives in to impulse always afraid of what might occur if he doesn't micro manage all aspects of life

Eileen Prunster Sep 2012

Coming soon to a garden near you

Almost overnight the landscape
seems to have shrugged off
winters debilitations
and risen refreshed
garbed in the bright clean fabric of spring
the sun soars high
in a cloudless sky

Eileen Prunster Sep 2012

Worn

Black
my soul at midnight
holds no hope
of dawn

Eileen Prunster Sep 2012

Ladies and gentlemen please take your seats

A curtain of mist
is raised
by triumphant sun
then brisk breeze
cues the daffodils
to dance

Eileen Prunster Sep 2012

The gentle man

He did everything
expected
of a true gentleman
tore foxes to shreds
and blew little birds
to smithereens

Saw a doco about the pursuits of landed gentry ;o)

Eileen Prunster Sep 2012

The land time forgot

The land of childhood
a time before
love
loss
and pain

Not always of course children can experiance all of those, was just thinking of idealic aspects of being a child

Eileen Prunster Sep 2012

6.30am

Hazy beams of sunlight
laced with bird song
signal morning