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RJW Sep 2017
light
in places of shadowed hearth
arms of candle fire reach through the window panes
into the breath of frozen lips, the ballerinas of frost who dance into sleep
on all the leaves  in swathes of amber flood, the sun sinks down his head to rest
in beds of fire-colored moths,  clumps of dew and bracken hedge
Just a short piece. Thinking about the warm and cold months of our year :) It's actually spring in New Zealand but autumn has been on my mind x
RJW May 2017
these effervescent streams
drown my hands
in swirls of sun and cloud flecked waters  
the myrtle and beech sing
with joy to be alive
they feel it in their leaves
monarch – she floats on tinkling voices
marigolds and dusty rose bud hands
lift her wings
water beetles and feathers
scattered with duck bills
tuck themselves in
to their river bed
For my Mum and fellow-poet SallyS on Mother's Day <3
RJW Apr 2017
small yellow bloom
swaying between the dawn and mist of dusk
her legs dance through the grass and pebbled bays
lichen clings to the trees,  security in the ebb and flow
of the silver oyster moon’s face,
beaming, full-cheeked for now
but so very fickle tomorrow
when the storm breathes russet
and lightning splits the sky into violet mountain peaks
i really don't know what to say about this little piece except that often in my moments of sadness, I get little glimpses of beauty in the form of a word or color. And yellow is something that I've found to be so simple but  joyful. Especially lemon, there can be sweetness in moments of pain or sourness. A bright light in the darkness :)
RJW Feb 2017
our feet tread on cautious shadows
fleeting swan feathers, running through shallow voices
fire my love, inside your spirit
bridle it and ride over the crescent
of moon, arched in perfect tension
a taught bow string; trembling silver fire
waiting for the quiver
hidden in the angel's hand
filled to overflowing with restless arrows
tumbling through the raven nights
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge."  Psalm 91:4
RJW Feb 2017
rows of owls roost in their hair
secretly, I know that the trees are artists
they paint the air with fluttering brushes
scalloped and veiny
fingers so slowly tracing the clouds
who swing close to dust
in sprawls of fog and rain fairies
bless this ground
aspen and pine soak in it
tiny mouths rooted in the dew
mud and puddles
windows into the sky
where the roses' souls catch
napes and necks
in amber
melted petals
RJW Jan 2017
there hides a secret in the heart of the ferns
stars sing over this gilded corner of pixie homes and rippled pool
cool tears of the saturated mountain heights flow down the sloped arms
of hills, sprouting with seeds and clovers
to spill into the lake, dancing dragonfly wings
jasper and honey
here the lilies form goldfish ceilings
hearing every incantation above and below
rimmed stalks surround them, soft and tall
rabbits run wild, lacing round trunks of magnolia and pear
olive and ancient dogwood
the air sings of fairy work, a breathing painting of magic
dedicated to my kindred spirit; Jess :)
RJW Jan 2017
brittle leaves swing with windchime thrills
scattering minature fairy hats northwards
bristle tops of seeded whimsy
light strokes branches of resilience
revealing notches and furrows filled with courage
warmed and hazelnut tones of sap and towering elegance
in the end flourishing into taffeta skirts of green
plumes, plums and sour-apple caterpillars
:)
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