BAMBOO grows SO TALL

Pandas   s   t   r   e   t   c   h   to eat it all

(not just shoots and leaves)

Could
YOU
really handle
this
grr
Tiger that they've seen?

Perhaps
for you,
she'd be kitten-like
purr
(if you'd just believe!)

Yes ...
Kitten
might be naughty,
~(but her playing's always true)~

softly purring deeply,
as
(my)
claws
leave marks
on you.

Always foolish,worthless excuses, empty words
whispered promises, so easily fell,  
lips
hushing all doubts:doubts all hushing
lips
fell easily so, promises whispered, words empty,
excuses worthless, foolish always.

Sitting  naked
for respected fellows...
nymph to Rubinesk:
Seen,unseen
  I'm purest
colour

Heartbeats will quicken,
as breathing slows.

We are dancing again.

In your smiling blue eyes,
I am reminded of who I am to you;
where we have been, my love,
dreams we are making.
Places in our hearts,
we are yet to explore.

Together in harmony.

I can still taste you,
sweet gentle kisses;
still lingering long
after they stole my heart

Forever.

Let the dance carry us,
when absence makes our feet heavy
on this beautiful journey of two.

*Set us to 3/4 time.

She is life
  a raging heart of fire
Radiating warmth she shines
giving life wherever her touch falls
Birds fill the skies with song as she gazes upon them

He is death
cold dust in comparison
Reflecting her brilliance he mirrors
merely twisting and turning in fancy to impress
Wise wolves are heard to speak his falseness loudly


He steals
using her beauty in his own name
Poets pontificate about 'magic'
when lovers gaze upon him with misplaced wonder
Whilst mice dream that he's made of cheese, and
moths take flight to warmer deaths

He steals
knowing they will meet, and he'll hold his head in shame
For he'll be but a shadow in her light
As she warms his back again, then
all at once we shall see him truly
cowered by a diamond ring

Watching, from up above, one step behind me every day.

I understand now....finally, WHY, you had to leave.

"Never disappearing", touches heart ,HERE, is where you'll always stay.

<3

First
to pieces,
then to dust,
He captured her with words;
Of gold, freed
with silver tongue,
imbibing
every verb.

Our hearts will match such thunder,
from hooves; such gentle neighs.
As time approaches slowly;
An ending to this pain.

Tempt not the silk beneath you, nor covet jewels aside.
Poisons' flow beseeching...*

Oh...  
*The ways she'd make you die

Toes                                    
         curl over                         a grassy ledge
above a raging sea            Whispers
on the wind say nothing to
save descents to me

In this dark there              
                   seems little light
                               between the lines
                                           upon these sheets
         heart seeking arrows in searching flights
                                         find piercing pain
                               or soaring heats
          Light & dark in
          ink & blood we cry              
      
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                     Searching, we do,             
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                     else we die.

Her cheeks blush ruby red,
lashes batting,"Come to bed!"

<3

*
                 I    I      
           watched & waited    
         under curious glass           with burning wings
              as iridescent hopes fell                held by such whispers    
                                           like dust powdering           from lips which touched                          
         the velvet; Soft
        once in the breeze.
        Flight, found again
         in the last sip. Sweet
        nectar forever pinned
       in an immortality
       extinguished.
      §

During these twilight hours
come and walk with me
down by the bustling river
Let's lose ourselves
amongst the days shadows
Watching sparkling reflections
dance upon the surface
underneath entwined illuminations
Press your cold hands into this warm heart
as we pause
to kiss
amongst
the jewels on chains

Slowly, a single white feather
on her cold, out-stretched palm, *alighted.
She knew then... those thoughts
were of her surrender.

He sits silently
watching; Waiting, for ******
bones, like a true Troll.

views of sunrise,
my ever disappearing lover,
broke the best.

With toes in yellow,
I dance across the carpet,
'til they close at dusk.

Heralding new, in skeletal chariot;
she chases fodder across Solstice night.
Bright ribbons, on garlands made of *******.
Beiwe feasts.

coloured flames and fireflies dance mischievously around our heads

to the tiny trumpetsong of bees Joyous songs of love lulling all in revery yet silent to

mere mortals as We only hear the hush of whispered sighs stood beneath the dappled canopy of  

ancient fair oak spread As sweet twilight greets us again swathing our Ianthe in milky moonlight

as she rests upon a dew jewelled knoll still dreaming of fae Unaware of the cold (or the warmth

you hold in your heart for her) She smiles as you cover her shoulders with a elven~made

blanket of gossamer wisp whilst estivating toads blink wide in the coolness of hidden
mossy beds                         Gently,
sweep the                 droplet
                         of Au            from her eye, Deva,
  as we cough etheric      dust from our lungs,
sparkles    floating
in the paper-
            lantern light              
scattering across
the midnight sky,
illuminating fates,
as those fire-flies hearts
twinkle like falling stars unseen

                                                A           ­                                 
                             swirling                            
  requiem      
            ­    of                              
                                unsung  ­                                
                                              promise      ­                                    
                            ­       through                        
                            chipped                        
    ­                daylight                            
                      shines                 ­                              

in mixed metaphor
sublime similes
are always
so
perfectly
punctuated

as New Year arrives, darling,
                                                                ­                                    consider where your lips are.

Perfectly still, this calmness,
after such a beautiful storm; Cast skyward,
observe this changing sky.
Watch the Sun slowly reappear.

Out of all the words
we said (& never believed)
"You are beautiful"
remain the only three words
for love inside of me.

Do you see him behind me?

Stood, in mists of muddy red, with arms gesticulating;

I can't...
With opened closures.

papered white,
there is one wall in
  his room of spines for
 a  muse. His beautiful
   abstraction ~ carved
  &   polished    ~
       hung as his     
hourglass;
Inverting
light & time
with a resonance  
of understanding as
beads of fiction fall*


    *Colouring other walls vibrant          
                           these spines shine      
                                   with jewels        
                             imbibing     
                           his souls'             
         faceted    
         light              
with       
            hope                  

        *      *   free    *         *            
                 her        *        *         
*          

Teardrops.

Many doleful,

fluttering, sips; Living.

Combined together in moonbeams.

Dewdrops

~Moth~

Thank goodness for that!
Fix me another arrow, please... with no
strings attached & with a little less...
  target practice.

Each  
      midnight quill
                    stains more than            
   just my eyes
Silver laid  
promises
float        
unseen      
to where    
   treasured         
words              
rest &                 
                    still                                       ­               
               w                                 ­             

h
i                                                                   ­                                    
s                           ­                         
  p                                    ­                            

 e     
  
 r                                                             
   .. .-.. --- ...- . -.-- --- ..-                                                                  ­                                    
.

Summers unquenched thirst.
Alone, as Seasons fall,
green of evergreen.

("hello you, are you keeping safe?)
And the whole World stops, still,
instantly at peace,
You...
                             are remembering Us.
                    A constant which
                 remains,                  
                        when all else is in flux.    

               ~In another time, I would not / should not reply~

You are with me, as I am with you.
Holding on, to the totally known...

How,
or when,
those lovely words of yours
travel to find me doesn't matter;
I feel you...
in everything beautiful,
each and every day. Always,
with the heartfelt knowledge, you
feel that same connection also.

So beautifully, uniquely everything, of everythingly.
So rare, are we...                        
Your face on my pillow,
         The moon of your smile,
Those stars,    
                     the 'too many' reasons,
       Adventures...
              both wholesome,  
   and dreamt of.  
   Chocolate kisses.    
  Pebbles in pockets.        
Pink blue sunsets.            
A simpler World,                    
which fell away within a gaze.

Our secrets forever safe in our perfect. bubble, so preciously protected from the storm outside.

~We will never meet another soul, as Us~

Yet,
watching such a beautiful man endure such turmoils, was so heartbreaking for your butterfly...
Even if,
she does understand
all the reasons why
you stayed...

I listened to your turmoil by the sea (the chaos effect of your butterfly was rippling throughout you)

We, hurt Us.

And of all the 'too many' reasons,

Our life...was so blissfully simple.
Those times, with our children,
were so precious;
Reducing Us to tears
[knowing our potential].

If, a butterflys' brief life was offered longevity;
In a heartbeat,
her wings would shine like diamond...
So strong for you
(& for the Us, of 6)

You would fall,
& I could catch you.

That,
cannot
    be allowed.

But you,
my darling man,
know this already...
[It is not a conversation you are ready to have,
there were no promises...
there are no answers...
the choice to let us go,
   was the right thing].

Who knows where this path
- this new World - leads us
as our children stay closer,
grow wiser, & shout louder.
Perhaps,
they will teach us to be braver?
    Perhaps.                                           
O­n the other side of here?
        Here.                              
Where,    
    ­                             no matter what...
                             We do the right thing:

And where, together, we hear
the echo of a cracking heart.

("You are adored, without question,")
is all you need to hear

>send

you
forever
tattooed me
with heartsink
long before our
lips dried.

Where stated*; The reality is, *usually measured in, metric disappointment.

One silvery arc crosses the darkest distance.
Listen quietly... Hear silences between beats;
As shared scenes, bring us together,
apart.

Exploding!
.. as it does these days
from lovely little me.
Both lovers verse and vitriol
are flowing out in seas.
Erupting!*
.. she's this lioness
with lap top on her knee.
Exposing!
thoughts in black & white
for ALL the World to see.

Everything is given.
How sorry should I be?

When
Search Engines find her roaring.

"Who
does she write about?"

So with poetic justice, I'm busted!

Why*
the truth hurts
without a doubt!

Consistently paraded  
~but not yet abundant~
this Season of
Love
♥

Curtains up
NOW OWN
~IT~

AS IF
  you're the King
   of the whole
    **** stage  

when

you're
really
  just another
player

acting out
for those
cheap seats
you survey

Where else
****
HERE

would
THEY
get to see
such a
[defamation]
-free play?"

(laughing)

"Best you
throw some sweets.

*Indulge them

...I'd say!
...I'd say!"


The Evil Queen 
smirks
&
a knife glints in her hand

Is
she
creeping
up

Behind You?
(or... does she need a real man?)


Ahhhh!!

    you see...

she's
exhausted
A-LADD-IN
& she knows
where to find you..

(evil laughter)

Ohhhh!

It's
just as well
you're in costume
...now  remember
your lines

"Don't props (& illusions) make a jolly good night!"

and baby, *WOW!

you look
Oh! Soooo cute
in those tights!

                                  *and with a sweep of the stage, the smirking Queen exits >               right

This stage
is all yours now

So Buttons...    take a bow
(us Brits love an underdog in a fight)

... Make your bow deep
~with a flourish of resplendence~
that captures their hearts

try more than That wiggle
-and a lot more-
than one dance!

                       To do it well...                                                          ­              
get a catchphrase

(which we'll ALL lurvey darlink from the start)

Believe me,
is good

Always
is
    another...

try
the one
    you've used in  
   rehearsals with the
  Stepsisters
- all dragged up-
looking
L
   O      
       V      U
          E            G
               L       L      
                                                 Y              (like their mother)

                                                      
 ­                                   cough                       ­ 
                        
                                **** it..
                               Everyone chokes
                               on the dry ice that swirls!

                     The audience ponders....

WHO's the boys ?

THAT's... a... girl ?!  

 
                            &
                      in
                 the
               low
             glow   
            they'll see      
    Cinders singing
of loves' sweet melody,
  those s l o w shoe shuffles    
        softly sliding across their        
                                             t
                                                   r
                                 ­                        a
                                                               ­ p
                                                              ­                             door hearts  
Laughing & crying along through
each emotion of the tattered  
sweet princess, who     
         simply hasn't had        
                     a Prince in her...                
    winks
                           sights             
                                  (YET!)  
       
then
  Act II ends
with

a Flash!
&
a Bang!

 
They all lived  
ever after...
      
Cinders' happy?

*THE END

Ink* not ...                                                              ­             
                     the reader, nor, *give                              
                                          lettered meaning; Pen ...                                          
                                                                ­                interpretation.

I walked a year of days in your shoes

hands in need held

now you choose to travel onwards alone

*barefoot

By paper-lantern light

flames colour a snow crystals dance, beautifully enchanting, to

the distant sound of singing; Joyous songs of celebration, lulling all in revelry. Each note heard

in silent reverence, beneath the skeletal canopy of majestic oak spread. Where from amongst the

damp branches, wise old saucer eyes calls "Ubi? Ubi?", heralding a cacophony of wide-eyed whispers

This afternoon, sweet twilight guides our paths as we search on ever onward journeys unknown; Our

arms collecting firewood, to fill the empty hearths of others. Unaware of the cold hands, we are, when

there's such warmth in our hearts. We toil within the stillness, snow falling softly, and covering the
  
crisp ground. From deep beneath the dazzling pure white, tiny hibernating animists
  
blink wide from the                               warmth of hidden
  
woodland beds.                        Gently,         
   sweep the                   12 droplets
                             of ice from                 all our eyes, Sol,                   
                             as we cough        darkness                                
                     from our      lungs,                       
                       watching the sparkles     of no                                              
                      matter,  floating                  
in the  paper-
            lantern light            
       to scatter across    
this   Solstice   sky,
illuminating our fates,
as cold  snowflake hearts
twinkle like falling stars, unseen,
turning, embracing the return of the Light

By paper-lantern light

flames colour a snow crystals dance, beautifully enchanting, to

the distant sound of singing; Joyous songs of celebration, lulling all in revelry. Each note heard

in silent reverence, beneath the skeletal canopy of majestic oak spread. Where from amongst the

damp branches,wise old saucer eyes calls "Ubi? Ubi?", heralding a cacophony of wide-eyed

whispers. This afternoon, sweet twilight guides our paths as we search on ever onward journeys

unknown; Our arms collecting firewood, to fill the empty hearths of others. Unaware of the cold

hands, we are, when there's such warmth in our hearts. We toil within the stillness,  

snow falling softly,and covering the crisp ground.         From deep beneath
        
         the dazzling pure white,                                     tiny hibernating animists   

blink wide from the                            warmth of hidden

 woodland beds.                        Gently,         
   sweep the                   12 droplets
                             of ice from                 all our eyes, Sol,                   
                             as we cough        darkness                                
                     from our      lungs,                       
                       watching the sparkles     of no                                              
                      matter,  floating                  
in the  paper-
            lantern light            
       to scatter across    
this   Solstice   sky,
illuminating our fates,
as cold  snowflake hearts
twinkle like falling stars, unseen,
turning, embracing the return of the Light

"Life is not always black & white, Mr Magpie...
it's ALIVE! 
~ See Yourself ~
Mix the spectrum, with those stunning pigments."