song of the nightjar

secretly whispers on evening wings
softly lamenting the fading light
brushing against a mouth that sings

settles lightly where a cobweb clings
fluttering though the breeze be slight
secretly whispers on evening wings

beware dark melodies that bring
tormented creatures of the night
brushing against a mouth that sings

hovers gently over fairy rings
calling quietly for his own delight
secretly whispers on evening wings

swoops where faintest shadows fling
from startled creatures taking flight
brushing against a mouth that sings

such sweetness from a note that rings
before the first night star shines bright
secretly whispers on evening wings
brushing against a mouth that sings

 

Mum’s legacy

Whatever would my mum have said
if she could see me now?
Would she approve the life I’ve led?

Those words I carry in my head
of things she would allow.
Whatever would my mum have said?

Her wisdom stood me in good stead,
she tried to show me how.
Would she approve the life I’ve led?

No point, she’d say, in seeing red, 
no need to start a row.
Whatever would my mum have said?

She liked to say ‘You’ve made your bed,’
a wrinkle on her brow.
Would she approve the life I’ve led?

If she were here beside my bed
I’d tell her ‘Take a bow!’
Whatever would my mum have said?
Would she approve the life I’ve led?

Loner

As I stand here on the outside looking in
How sad it is to know I’ll always stay
A stranger still to those who are within

No soulmate to be found, no friend, no twin
No memories to share, no words to say
As I stand here on the outside looking in

Yearning for a friendship to begin

No-one interested in things I have to say
A stranger still to those who are within

They have a secret game that I can’t win

Must let the cards fall where they may
As I stand here on the outside looking in

No friendly glance, no smiling eyes, no grin

Now is the time to stop and turn away
A stranger still to those who are within

Longing for a friendship to begin

But thinking there is malice here at play
As I stand here on the outside looking in
A stranger still to those who are within