Friday, July 1, 2011
Tonight just at dusk I went exploring,
and I found many things outside my door in
the scented ,heavy air of twilight..
always the perfect time to seek
the wonderful and strange
the secret and golden things...
that only children and cats know about.
Tonight I found the glimmer webs of the sunset spiders,
like golden nets they glimmered in
a nook above my door,
and down in the summer woods,
and floating in the air.too...
as if daring me to fly.
The sunset spiders knew that I was there,
they stopped their glinting work and watched me
as I sipped my tepid tea and stared at them...
They decided I was ok ,
and once again resumed their lightening spinning,
touching gold and creating beauty
in the night.
Like little stars they wove their magic in the old forgotton corners
of my house and in the green and perfumed trees
they left their treasure.
guarded forever by the winds
the rainbow winds,
that blow from fairyland.
The sunset spiders look like fireflys,
I was mesmerized and could not move...
as they spun their secret webs
in the evening air...
the stars came out and bathed the sky in mist
the glimmer webs were waiting to catch the stardust.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Lost like the moon in a dark sky,
...Where orange lights twinkle afar.
Lost like a babe in the deep wood,
Driving alone in her car.
Luna,no-one can reach you...
You have shut out the uncaring world.
Lost child gone in the morning,
Sweet darling ,moonlit bright girl.
Luna where are you going?
Your eyes are wild like the sea.
Fingernail polish like stardust,
I wish you were coming to me.
But I know your journey is waiting,
You're as far away as a star.
Your face is whiter than snowflakes,
Melancholy, my darling you are.
I will wait here at the gateway,
Until I see you again.
Take my love with you my darling,
Look,my tears are like rain....
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Don't be late from the ball Cinderella,
maybe you shouldn't dance the last dance,
even if the goth prince insists.
he will love your encrusted silver gown,
and your glass slippers,
he will try and seduce you...
and you will be seduced,
darkness is a part of you.
the lights of a thousand candles
will lure you,
as will the mimosa
in the castle gardens,
with it's secret scent..
also you will be mesmerized
by the green-eyed god of desire...
but it will be his words
that will charm you,
as he can charm
those words he will whisper...
again and again,
he will be intense,
and you will listen,
and the violins will cry,
and the dark dancers will dance.
Your heart will want to stay
and seek ecstasy
in the onyx chamber...
run away before midnight
or you will never leave.
Someone else ..she was someone else,
from another era
another frame of reality.
She dressed in glittering gowns
of a hundred years ago,
stiff grey taffeta,
and watered silk.
A castle was her home
in her mind.
She walked in the melancholy gardens
beneath the dripping trees
and thinking of nothing.
She was someone else
on summer nights,
and winter nights,too...
She wore jewels left to her
from her grandmother
whom she had adored
and losing her
had torn her mind
old gold rings
she had inherited
faint shimmering stones
in her ears...
but everyone said
the mad light in her eyes
was jewel-like too,
and far brighter than the moon
Saturday, February 19, 2011
She started turning to ice when she was little,
she didn't realize it then,
what was happening,
she was too little and too eager to be happy.
But the first time someone hurt her,
with a childish cruelty,
froze a little...
just tingled a tiny bit,
she hardly noticed it..
just went on playing in her child's world....
As she grew and many more hurts came her way
especially teenage angst and with that pain,
her hair turned white,
and they called her chill girl,
it was cool in a way,
In her adult years the hurts were worse,
she thought she was dealing,
thought she was ok....
but by now her face and body were glassy,
cold and chilled,
all that was alive,
were her eyes and they were green
She often lay still for hours,on ...the sofa, on dim August evenings,
as dusk made its gentle path over the floor
and dreamt of pink worlds far away from here.
She spent hours at it when her eyes grew tired
and her book dropped softly.
Outside the little evening birds made music straight from heaven,
or those worlds she daydreamed about.
down the yellow hall of her house ,
there was a mirror
and on these evenings she saw,
or imagined she saw,
they called her away,
away to pink worlds,
and she reached out her hands
to the shadows.
The shadows were so vibrant
like summer suns
they called her name ,
sometimes a litttle wildly,
and then softly,
the charm of the birdsong
somehow held her back.