.
As silence calmed and evening reigned
she ceased to note the hour of day.

She fell as guest to natures arms
with crowns of apprehension flown
she entered her Elysium.

In sleep her garlands of reserve
with transient petulance forgone.

In innocence of pride and wealth
and faculty of thought regained
she woke in festal light.

.
Deviate from truth
Colour with passion and soul
Artistic licence.
.

Draw only to guide
Blow aside the rubber dust
The lines disappear.

Dearth of affection
Denied an education
Driven to despair.

Deep in precious thought
Dynamic ruminations
Decisions are made.

Clear glass window pane
Large vistas of beyondness
Winter approaches.

Commercial jet airliner
High in the sky
Boeing seven four seven.

Unlocked by stirred ascendancy
with chilled resolve to liberate
the world contemned by narrow minds
they stoked the coals of fiery  love
and  burned in lusts embrace.

There was young lass called Meg
who went to work on an egg
but the weight of her ***
caused the shell to succumb
and the yolk  dribbled all down her leg.

‘’Let’s play darts’’ the animals cluck
but when they get the arrows out
ducks chicken out and chickens  duck.

A new life begins
Feverish preparations
Dreams are realised.

Grim resolution
An impediment declared
Marriage disavowed.

There’s a hole in my quilt I must patch it.
There’s a hole in my sock I must **** it.
There’s a hole in my *** I must ..……!

Above the multi-mullioned windows
chimneys ****** their brick and stone
beside the stately sycamores
which wave and sing to simple chords
conducted by the wandering breeze

Reaching down from branch and limb
and silvered by the moons first touch
where softened contrasts merge as one
their night time shadows shift and sway
on wood side tracks and gravelled paths

Into this scene a girl appears
a gentle lass of summers few
unpractised in the arts of life
and waiting for the warming sun
to melt the ice of youths reserve

Light of foot she strokes the ground
with shoes which dance to simple chords.

A dreamer he
will no more be
he dived in the pond to capture the moon
let’s hope they retrieve his body soon.

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An off-white sun disc slowly rises
peering down on field and vale
as weakling dawn gains energy
and leafless, flowerless stalks and stems
stand sentinel in lingering snow.

The snowdrops raise their nodding heads
beside the manufactory
where early workers whistle low
while toiling at their weaving looms
in harmony with natures songs
which hang in cloud laced skies.

As silvered moonlight starts to fade
the slowly rising off-white sun
peers down on field and vale
where leafless, flowerless stalks and stems
stand sentinel in lingering snow
and early snowdrops raise their heads
in harmony with natures call.

.
.
Embowered within a leafy glade
where virtues vapours float in air
inhaled in spectres fervency
released by Prospero’s wand.

Flexile dreams unleavened yet
will rise to inspiration’s zest
presentiments of what will be
maintain a station deep within.

As ships which rail upon the sea
and thoughts which float on dimpled plains
when furnished by a pen these dreams
will sit in frames of antique gold.

Books unread
Words unsaid
Decisions disengaged.


Tears shed
Words said
Hearts heal.


Nose streaming
Breath steaming
White winter.

Wind born sand in barren landscapes.
Rusty red but little shelter
in the hut where he was born.

The toddler played with guns of wood
where thirst and hunger both  prevailed.
His early childhood soon foregone.

And as he grew he never tired
of tales told of battles fought,
imposing on his fertile mind.

And when the khaki jeep slowed down
his brown eyes opened shiny wide,
and on he jumped with  keen embrace.

Remote and bleak the training ground
where fostered skills gave birth to anger
aimed at non existent foes.

And then to join the fighting cause
yet still a boy he died in vain,
before his chin had seen a blade.

Seen as coeval
Age conveyed no relevance
Together as one.

Once bound in steel inviolable
repression bands are soon  unlocked
when influenced by passions rule
which previously firm pride forbade.

Already drawn to fully span
the sadness sloughed and soon replaced
to manifest the plighted faith
by novelty of love’s first bite.