Where Lilacs Grow (unfinished idea)

after midnight she would go
down to where the lilacs grow
and in their heavy scented air
all her frailties would she bare
to the goddess of the night
clothed only in the silver light
the moon could shine upon that grove
where she sacrificed for love
her mortal flesh long long ago
there where ghostly lilacs grow.

Slideshow

I sit reminiscing
each moment, once breathing
now frozen, silent smiles out of focus
my only regret however,
with regards to these blurred memories
is that I never kept the negatives.

Older Poems #4 : Maiden of the Elm Tree

fair maiden of the elm tree
love borne upon the bough
each leaf that falls
requited tears
I must return somehow
a thousand fold
in joyous weepings
a river forms thy name
and within its eddies
I shall drown
not to emerge again.

© 2017

Older Poems #3 : Blackbird

The blackbird is dead
no final flight to the treetops
no poetry, no funeral rites
no eulogy
to send him on his way
out of this world
his body cold
and empty
still upon the pavement
his voice lost to eternity
as a hundred songbirds
greet the morning sun.

©2013

Older Poems #2 : Fridge Door

there is a little message
put on the door of the fridge
with a little magnet
that has googly eyes
the note says in bold
“don’t forget we need milk”
though between the lines
and in my mind
it is the greatest love poem
ever written

©2016

Older Poems #1 : There’s a “B” side?

My heart beats
twelve bars at a time
but skips and jumps
when I think of you
like an old forty five
scratched a little
in the grooves
from being played
over and over again.

© 2015

Days

give me no more days
I have had more than enough
to define this life

First Advent

there are no candles
just the dead eyes of strangers
reflecting the lights

Lines

oh! what vocation, poetry
should leaves remain upon a tree?
and what tales would balladeers bring
if nightingales refused to sing?

The Empty Skies

he looked to the skies
not in worship of the gods
but to curse their names