Flight or Fight

I wrote this on the eve of  The royal wedding with the Jingle Theme for their following week  Doubts, Fears,  inhibitions and hesitations.




Flight  or Fight 


He watched me intently
As an eagle watches prey 
He kept me close to him,
Frightened I may stray. 


I checked his mobile constantly
Analysing  ghostly texts
I took all his adulation 
Blew it completely out of context!


He dreamed of church bells ringing 
His bride floating down an aisle
Virgin clothed choristers singing                                                                             
Him taking his prize, proving he was virile !


I screamed at night 
I needed love 
I needed to take flight 
Not to be trapped in a cage like a dove 


 I ran and flew 
I needed to find me 
Before I could find you ...

                                  Submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night week 5

                                   

Corridors of Memory 

In the corridors of our minds 

Are memories and times left behind 

Good times to recall and make us smile

Others so bad we could run a mile!

As degeneration sets upon us 

The corridors get blocked

Some memories a kaleidoscope of colours 

Others forever locked !

One Stop Poetry Sunday Photography Challenge

Thank you to Greg Laychak for the picture

Journey To The White Stuff

Journey To The White Stuff

Up and up

I look

Up and up, 

Standing, Tall and Grey

Encroaching all around 

Intimidating all that is apart from you. 

The only passage 

A snake wriggling,

 Secure and Safe

Wriggling,

 Up and up 

Trees, lush and tall 

dissipating,

Growing thinner, smaller. 

The canvas slowly changing from grey, 

To virgin white, 

Up and up 

Along the meandering grey 

Tarmacadam, viper, 

Sharper twists, smaller turns, 

Glistening icing, 

Allowing our transition into 

A softer, quieter

 Magical fairy land,

Looking 

Down, Down

Upon 

The Kingdom of Commerce 

While we play like bunnies

Up, Up

 In our snowy mountain.

( I wrote this after going skiing after a gap of 20yrs )
 Poets Parking Lot                                                                                                        

Family Chains

Family Chains
( For my sons 21st birthday ) 

To the children we love so much,

Small yet hardy,that's what they say

But as your mum and dad we see you in different ways

Your flawless skin, your sparkling eyes,

The way you drive us mad, always asking why?

One simple step that every child takes,

When you do the same our hearts could break.

From toddler to child you move away

Each independant trait, but we want you to stay

Our child yet our babe forever, we need

To feel somewhere inside you, we are your seed

So never forget that feeling inside,

That you'll always belong and never be freed,

For a chain has been created and will never be broken

To our children we write these words

Thou these thoughts are never spoken!

Photo : Claire Bloomfield

Glimpse

Glimpse

How you entice me, 

Magnetically coaxing me

Into ?

Wonderland ?

Temptation ?

Freedom ?

How you threaten me, 

Tormenting me 

Into ? 

Insecurity ?

The unknown?

Abandonment ?

How you pull me, 

Coercing  me 

Into ?

Adventure?

Hope ?

Desire?

A glimpse........just a glimpse .

 

Picture by James Rainsford

A  Memorial to Youth

 (one stop poetry Sunday Poetry Challenge)

I Caught the hair, 

Captured your stare

Tormented your soul 

Revived the demons for the old

For with one shot 

It screams ... the truth !

You had their lot 

The beauty

 of

 Youth !