Blown cracked
the bone of contention
split in two
each shard searing the sheet of calm
the broth
its murky mixture
stirred in the stench of disagreement
odours that clamp the nostrils
stop the breath

gasping
we grasp at dripping black branches
that close in above us
as we sink slowly into the quagmire
and disappear without trace
into the abyss of despair  

Margaret Ann Waddicor 27th January 2016

Bring in the cool of forest breath
the sweetness of nights perfumed air
its fresh bright glittering intensity
permeates the mind
the body feels a calm
a quiet peacefulness  
that lasts until the depth of black 
turns out the light 

only stars are witnesses 
as they so constant send their flashes far
while we revolve to see again
our life giving star the sun
morning steps out new 
and in the dew her feet are washed 
as beams of heat touch tops of hills and woods
to slowly reveal our world its evergreen coat
and all becomes awake

Margaret Ann Waddicor 2016

We speak of living stars
of stars created by black holes
as if we correlate life such as ours
with theirs

we too come from stars
so why not let them be the creators
of the universe we know
for those that possibly exist outside our galaxy
are as yet to be discovered proved

we fantasise as we do those gods and devils
we fantasise other living parallel worlds to ours
out there beyond the reach of telescopes and flight
a million
no millions of millions of light years away

so far
that if we stretch our minds to understand  
our concentration falters
in the hedges of the labyrinth of our brains
this way of living we have made
gets in the way
beliefs and other odd ideas pollute the thoughts
we strain to see and yet we cannot see

Margaret Ann Waddicor 4th May 2016

Here we are again
in the deep of days dying
the sky in tiers of greys
charcoal shades creep in and change the mood
as rain proceeds its rhythmic fall on house and park
and knocks at doors and patters on all cars

wet the way
its weathered edges gurgle like a stream
sun heated surfaces begin to steam
all moisture celebrates existence in the hour
while most they run for shelter
I stand in my free shower

Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th April 2016

Swooning in the suns rays
smothered in praise
beautiful blond ladies swagger about
like birds in heat
their feet in high heeled shoes
tight skirts

with swanky hair do's  
they eye you with intent
expecting compliments
applause
no pausing due to doubt
so confident

the stars of film and song
there's nothing they do wrong
or that's what they think
give me that other drink

Margaret Ann Waddicor 1st May 2016