Leaves dance
on an old piano,
honeyeaters trill
to the setting sun
sitting on perches
caught in walnut.
A cat walks on faux
ebony and ivory
serial notes,
the deep tones
tickling her feet,
her own harmony.
A sea breeze gently
ruffles the lilac,
bees rush to their hives
as clouds dress
in rose and gold
for the day’s curtain call.
Collected talismans
stones, driftwood, shells
somewhere seagulls call
a fisherman has made a catch
rich pickings
We sit side by side,
eye-lights reflecting flames;
you speak of your outrage
at your unjust brother.
I listen to your unstrung words;
I remind you how we laughed
when we tripped up the school bully
so many summers ago…
Years fall away from your face,
in flicker of flames
despair dances an absurd pirouette,
you never could stand bullies.
for Poetry Picnic Week 8: Friends, Relationships and Everyone around
.
A spoonful of letters
seeped in a teapot
love pours out
_______
Love whispers
finger prints
of ease
_______
Kimonos waft past
pinhole lights
night’s silk unfurled
_______
Drum rolls
lights flash
rain enters
_______
Wind whistling
under the eaves
birds building
_______
Tangled cords
gather fur dustballs
static tumbleweed
_______
Tangerines
in the gloaming
a bat squeaks
Hockney’s Rainy Night on Bridlingtom Promenade
He used a pocket art machine,
finger printed marks
for pixel colour values,
software application metaphors
familiar as comfy shoes,
standing there, somewhere
above the water, to doodle
a shoreline on a rainy night;
architect designed
streetlights that bow low
to their own shiny reflections
ghosting impressions,
expressions of
multiplying mediated moments
of fake fame, celebrity…
while raindrops repeat
a soft refrain paying no attention…
Stone One 
Stone Two 
Stone Three 
You can read my winning poem for the Seasonal Challenge at The River
Marousia 