Simply Delish!

oh berries bright, what joy you bring
with ripening fruit at end of spring
your flavour seems a wondrous thing
you are the king, you are the king

they shelter under leaves of green
I find and pick them hid within   
then juices sweet as nectarine
run down my chin, run down my chin

this summer fruit is tops you see
for colour, taste and symmetry,
lush strawberries with cream for tea
– delish for me, delish for me

nightmare

it bellows forth and tugs her hair
she falters on the muddy track
its fury howling through the air
sheer terror stops her turning back

she falters on the muddy track
the black wind hides which way to go
sheer terror stops her turning back
she hears waves crashing far below

the black wind hides which way to go
no moon, no light of any kind
she hears waves crashing far below
and now must walk as if she’s blind

no moon no light of any kind
she weeps to be in such a place
and now must walk as if she’s blind
rain lashing harsh across her face

she weeps to be in such a place
no friendly sound or call or bark
rain lashing harsh across her face
hands clawing in the whirling dark

no friendly sound or call or bark
its fury howling through the air
hands clawing in the whirling dark
it bellows forth and tugs her hair

permanent injury

 

since we parted ways
how to pass the days
no-one can explain
how to stand the pain

each day, each night,
each minute
don’t want even to begin it

dreamless would be better
since I received your letter
but I dream of you instead
no rest for me in bed

each day, each night,
each second
since another woman beckoned

hours filled with pain
driving me insane
just limping through the days
since we parted ways

Butterfly Days (a kyrielle sonnet)

Those days when hearts were light and free,
happiness flew from tree to tree,
seemed plenty there for everyone,
like butterflies in summer sun.

The woods were filled with laughter then
and promised kisses sought in vain,
soft laughter drifting as we’d run
like butterflies in summer sun.

Innocence lit by summer days,
filtered now through wintry haze,
such happy times we filled with fun
like butterflies in summer sun.

Those days when hearts were light and free
like butterflies in summer sun.