Wednesday 24 February 2016

THE LANE WHERE LOVE WAS LOST

 THE LANE WHERE LOVE WAS LOST

The lane lush with high banks
Yet to be adorned with spring.
New life to creep from the earth
It whispers promise in the wind.
I smell it in the mossy soil
After rain that has left –
A shiny greenness which spreads
A canopy to carpet the edged paths.
What though of the end and edge
Of love that lived in empty houses?

The plastic vehicles of joy
A bike, a scooter and toy tractors
Amongst farming fields and hills.
No rows among parents whose love
Was peeled like paint off the walls
Of now; while un-treaded lawns here
Lie rich in moss. The relics of once-was
Still show – in the faded glory of bungalows;
Rotting, moulding timber and missing tiles,
That which stole planned lives, hopes and smiles?

Swallows will nest where no broom knocks
Them down, though even the bird-song isn’t as sweet
Without the laughter of children.

Tuesday 16 February 2016

AFTER THE DROUGHT

AFTER THE DROUGHT

The climate that dampens a human heart
Is the one where the heron thrives, feeding
Nourishment they need; frogs, insects and seeds.
Though seasons that flow soon suffer drought
As humans suffer pain and doubt, until all
That’s left to soothe a heart; is art.

To tap-in to a creative zone; find
Calm through all climates; like a herons
Individual-path of flight. Put the human
Mind to use. Make no excuse for unnecessary
Hardship; find your gift then feed your art
To find some peace within your heart.