Wednesday, April 27, 2016

One Day


Jimmy Matthews lived with his Dad and his new wife Dawn who came from the East coast.

He could vaguely remember his own mother who used to have him on her lap and cuddle him close and he could feel how soft and warm she was how safe it felt like that.

Dawn was OK but if she ever mentioned his Ma she would call her "the Ex" which he didn't really understand.

As he grew older he often wondered whether he would ever meet his real Mum again and hoped that could happen one day.

After he had been at school a few years and started to learn new words he discovered the word excellent and thought about his mother again and how that word fitted her.

He determined that when he was older he would try to find her and tell her how much that her loved and missed her.

Image found at www.parents.com

The shepherdess


I spied this shepherdess
With her flock on the rolling hills
I saw her joyfulness
Skipping barefoot with the lambs

I liked her happiness
When she took me to her croft
She showed such tenderness
As she wrapped me in her arms

I loved her openness
She told me the way to live
And was the seductress
Who stole my poor heart away


Image of the painting 'The Hireling' by Holman Hunt found at www.culture24.org.uk/art/art61592


Baby


She was the baby
The last of our children
How we all loved her

When she woke crying 
I kissed away her sad tears
Still she wanted Mum

She was the last one
Very soon she was the boss
Coming to our bed

For her midnight snack
So I then slept in the lounge
I was well behaved

No tantrums from her
Often she sleep on my lap
Put to bed later

She's all grown up now
Those tender years have now passed
I'd have them over

Image found at www.happybabysleep.com.au

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

We met by the sea


Yes she holds it still
A small fragment of my heart
O how I loved her

We met by the sea
I loved her salty kisses
He seaweed garland

How was I to know
That she was Neptune's daughter
A siren to lure me

My eyes are swollen
Salty tears for her alone
Wreckage on the shore

Come again my love
Let us splash in the shallows
And bask on the rocks

Yes she holds it still
A small fragment of my heart
O how I loved her

Image found at www.fineartamerica.com

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Encounter in the reeds

                                                   Bel looking back

Her skin was like alabaster and her eyes pale as the early morning and she was one of the people from across the river. He knew he shouldn't look at her for she came from the high mountains where the altitude made breathing difficult. They spoke a different language and the children were warned not to speak to them for that would be disaster as “They are not like us” his parents had warned, “Talk to them and there will be chaos.”

He looked through the reeds and saw her with her family gathering clay, probably to make pots for there was none in the hills. Although he kept still, the fair people were still alert and watched out for an attack. Like wild animals one of them was always scanning the area, so he moved not one muscle. He scarcely breathed as the girl came closer to him as in admiration she plucked the flowers that grew there. Then she turned and stumbled into his hiding place. He could see her expression change from being alert to one of fear.

He put his finger to his lips to signal silence as his face graphically reflected his own fear. He glanced first at her face then down to her feet that squished in the moist mud where they stood. Finally she uttered her word for “Mine” as she clutched the flowers close to her breast. He nodded in agreement and smiled at her pretty face. As he did this she visible relaxed and stooped down to where he hid. He pulled a chunk of bread from his satchel and offered it to her. Doubtful at first she finally took it from him and nibbled at it looking all the while at him in case he posed a threat.

Finally he spoke; “Gor” he said, pointing to himself. She thought for a moment and then said “Bel” to tell him her name. Gor held his hands out to her with his palms uppermost indicating there was no guile him. Instead of doing the same Bel placed both her hands in his and nodded. Then almost in an instant she changed; she had heard her people calling her name. She replied that she was there in the rushes, “I am coming, I am coming”.

Sadly Gor nodded and reluctantly let go of her hands. He then reached up and touched her pale face as she was so beautiful and he uttered a one word question “Why?” She lowered her eyes, then rose up, turning to rejoin her family.

Gor watched her go and as she pushed through the reeds his thoughts urged her to look back at him. The force of his love was so great that just as he gave up hope of her responding, she did so, turned and smiled at him.
  
                                           Where did I find love?
                                       I found it in the marshlands
                                          When she smiled at me  
                 

Image found at www.luria-xxii.deviantart.com

It's spring again


It's Spring again
Larks are rising
Ascending to have a talk
While I take a country walk

Woodpecker knocks
Minnows darting
In the cooling forest streams
This the season of my dreams

Buds are bursting
Tadpoles wriggle
From clustered grapes of frog spawn
Lamb babes skip from early dawn

So this is life
I am awake
No need to prick my flesh now
Farmers out with horse and plough

As evening falls
Nightingales sing
This my temple of delight
Spring you are my one true light

I lay down now 
My day is done
Spring like heady wine has spoke
Sleep now wraps me with her cloak

Image of lark rising found at www.missjacobsonsmusic.blogspot.com





Friday, April 22, 2016

Coffee Break


It was coffee break
Girls gathered round the machine
The usual gossip

There was much laughing
About boys and the weekend
Then Hilda appeared

Back to work you girls
The old supervisor said
Sternly as she could

She recalled those days
When she worked on the shop floor
She'd been one of them

They'd get the sequel
At the afternoon's break time
She wished she could hear

Image found at www.chichesterweb.co.uk