Limited Edition

she hung plates on the wall
gilded reminders
in crackled china
of things she had seen
and places she’d been
a castle with a foreign name
built above the kitchen door
and a lone wolf in the snow
guarded the pantry
one however
of a young queen
and her prince
she’d carefully remove
every morning
from above the French dresser
not for croissants
but to put her toast upon
so that she’d have company
come breakfast time

Shadows Slip

sunlight strokes her skin
revealed for its fingertips
as the shadows slip

Breathe

though such injustice
seems a million miles away
I too cannot breathe

out of reach (unfinished)

I have not the craft
nor possess the art
to lyrics wax
upon my affected heart
though my words are pure
they’re ghostly lace
as ivoried clouds far
from this summer’s face

Lovely Day Ditty

jingle jangle jelly-tots
ringing in my ears
paisley patterned painting pots
blushing out my fears
for today’s a lovely day
spangled sunlight shine
i’m feeling funked up in a way
which tells me I’m doing fine

Petals

I dreamt of petals dripping dew
and how their fragrance did arouse
then realised this dream was you
the beauteous of all the flowers
that in my reveries do grow
and fill sleep’s gardens of desires
to serve sensations’ morning glow
and scent my passions as I rise.

Morning

he spent the morning
watching echoes of the sun
chase away shadows
through leaves incandescent
dappled dawning grass
each blade a universe of mist
released the scents of daybreak
of which he and the trees
breathed deeply,
their world is gifted new life.

Rose

like a fragile dawn
hung the lace upon her skin
a rose clad in dew

Water

when we are no more
instead of becoming dust
let’s flow as water

Words

I hear the colours
that accompany your words
and paint their meaning