The Pavilion Clock

There will be much
Passing of time
As the clock views
From above
Upon its emerald throne
A myriad
Of Gentle folk
Floating around
On the green lawn below
Bowled over
By its new inhabitants
That will bring forth
A tapestry of multiple colours
And creativity
And perhaps
For a moment
Time will stand still
In wonder
As new fresh life
Is breathed into her again
As her hands stop
To applaud the enchantment below
As time will bear witness
To the fresh rebirth
Of its own existence
As it becomes the centre point
Of the new venue
For Art In The Park
At this
The clock face
Will yet, smile again

by Jemia

Art In The Park

The Art In The Park
What a wonderful lark
A wonderful lark indeed

They'll be art, and fun
For everyone
To sow this wonderful seed

This seed will start growing
As smiles are overflowing
As the sun shines high above

The future looks bright
To behold this beautiful sight
From Art In The Park, with love!

by Jemia

Setting so serene
Crafts, clear creative cobwebs
Relaxing rummages

Idyllic setting
Perfect inspiration blooms
Time to write, create

Art in the park, life
Refresh old skills, start anew
Time to now blossom

by Jemia

The timeless time thief
Infinite, and eternal
Magical moments

Ethereal clock
Tentatively tick-tocking
Hastening ageing

In time, seconds count
Every hour, of every day
Forgotten, timeless

by Jemia

The small Porcupine
That sometimes told 'porky pies'
About pork pies, such lies

by Jemia

And as i dream
My dreams away
Whilst residing
Within the land of Fae

I often wonder
What lit this inner fire
Of far off fantasies
The wild world conspires

And then i venture
Into another dream
Where nothing truly exists
Or seems to be, what it seems

As i wretch open
Until my heart bleeds
Venturing into an insanity
Of life's brutally bitter seeds

But now
My mellowed self
Now hangs upon
A shallowed empty shelf

As i dream my dreams
Of yesteryear
Whilst i pretend
There's nothing left to fear

by Jemia

Blue moons true, are rare
Lending to volcanic times
Under dusty skies

Ekes bad luck through glass
Maiden's growth, wisdom, knowledge
Over women's life's

Once in a blue moon
Now simply, two moons, one month
Seemingly less rare

by Jemia