The swallow came and rest upon the gravestone
It closed its eyes and felt the captain there
An old friend looking out over the landscape
Smoking his pipe and perfuming the air
It missed the warmth it felt seeing the ship at sea
It wondered if the captain would ever sail again
Or would he be a swallow too or even a shark
An eternity on land, a hell it could not construe
Why did they put you in the ground?
Surely you were better suited at sea?
How did they not know your wishes?
Your daughter cries aimlessly
For hours she sits beside you and waffles
On about abandonment and grief
Her mother never loved and what happened
Was a child growing up with no relief
She never understood why you left them
Her mother never told her the truth
So in death she doth grab you and hold you close
Making up for the time absent in her life
She tells tales of watching the waves roar
Sunsets while flights of swallows dance
Meandering the rocks and the cliff edge
Hoping to see a fair captain in the distance
I watched her grow on the pebbles
Feeling her way across the shore
Launching her message in a bottle
And now kneeling beside you on the floor
The swallow fluttered above the gravestone
Bid adieu to his land bound friend
Until next time Captain he signaled
And back to the sea it flew
Category: Poetry
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There’s a penguin on my head
How’d it get there?
It’s telling me to take it for a ride
I’ve ask him politely
To remove himself but spritely
He pulls my hair and tells me then to stride
I’m not your horse penguin!
I don’t think so!
I’m getting quite frustrated at this game
The penguin looks right at me
His eyes fixed entrap me
And in a trance I canter across the plane -
Comfort is a thousand miles from what we’re meant to be
Teeter on the edge of severe anxiety
Fingertips along the edge of the cliff face
Reminding us of the space in which we need to pace
Only when we face ourselves can we truly know
Who we are and the way we need to truly grow
Interactions will be paper thin until we find
The depth beyond our own ego, the pulp within our mind
And trust when we sort ourselves,
love with all our heart
Love will come in all the ways
Fulfill our soul, love smart. -
Butter! Butter! Where are you?
You’re not in the fridge.
Are you hiding from me?
A just need a smidge.
For my crumpets. Only two
Why don’t you come hither?
I’ll let you go before you know
I just need a slither
Ah there you are. On the side
How did you escape?!
I’ve got my knife. I’ll hold your life
On this nice warm plate
Actually I changed my mind
Crumpets can’t be dry
I’m going to dolop you on them
I’m afraid you’ll have to dieI’m loving memory of M.Y Butter. Use by date April 2023. Gone before his time. Gone, but never forgotten. RIP
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The rain patters on the window pane
While the dog snores at my feet
My head a little fuzzy from the gin
The whirlwind of yesterday behind me
Have I escaped alive and unscathed?
Do I live to see another day?
A lesson learnt, amendments were made
And in my heart I did the right thing
The rain patters on the window pane
The wind whirls at the trees
As I sit cosy with coffee in hand
I imagine going for a stroll
The wind on my cheeks
The birds in my ears
The mud squelching under my boots
The cold gloving my hands
The water guiding my path
The freedom to go wherever I choose
The rain patters on the window pane
I’ve already been for a walk
I’ll sit here for a moment taking life in
Grateful for this moment, serene within. -
I hear it like a heartbeat
The chug of hope and more
The diesel boat is coming
It’s nearing at my door
Quick! Get out and listen
Have I been misled?
Is it a similar engine
Of a passing boat instead?
Sometimes it is and sigh I do
As I go back inside
And keep my ears peeled in hope
That the coal boat’s not far behind
I hear it like a heartbeat
Coming from afar
Then suddenly it’s at my stern
And gently cruising past
I’ve missed it nooooo
My heart does race
As I run out and bellow
“Can you top me up?”
They turn to face
Reversing in the shallow
Grab the rope
Pull them in
Tie it off
Relief
All topped up
Happy again
Ready to go
Relief -
What would I do if you left me now?
How would I feel all alone?
Riddled with guilt not knowing your side
Perfection is far from this home
My days would be spent wet and distraught
Eleven years gone with speed
When I compare others frolicking in forests ahead
And you following my lead
Slave to my routine I do not think twice
Yet saviour came in a child
For company for you
Now I have two
Beings chained dragging behind
I wish I could stop
And be more aware
It catches me when you’re weak
How wonderful you are
And blind I am
That you could be gone in a blink.
This pattern I have I wish it could stop
I wish I could slow right down
I wish I could take myself out of this robot
And play with you both on the ground
I’m working on it, my journey is long
I don’t know how I got so lost
My mind corrupt by germs and dirt
My heart glazed with frost
Yet there is no being I love more on earth
Than you my loyal baby
Since 12 weeks old you’re by my side
And perfect in every way
I love the way you smell of cheese
And chomp at our visitors
I love the expressions on your face
And how you both act like sisters
I do not deserve such a beauty like you
My guilt grows every day
The fear that looms like vulture
As I watch more hairs turn grey
Thank you for the reminder
I’m sorry I am
I wish I was a better person
I’m working on it
Really I really am
To be more in the present. -
Did I know when she was born
The impact she would make?
Could I even quantify the light
The love that radiates beyond
Walls & miles
Linking two beings out of sight?
In her shadow a memory
Those innocent eyes
The warmth of her tiny hand
The moments lost and wasted
The guilt of time that could
Have been better planned
Yet all is not lost
It is simply a break
My princess is not gone forever
When she returns I hope
To be more organised
So we can enjoy this life
As we planned together
To meander the waters
Writing our tales
Exploring pastures new
And settle we will when we find
Our house upon the hill.
(02/01/2023)
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