Poetry
As a child, I used to write poetry for my parents. "Classic compositions" with titles like Hello, Mr. Horse, My toothbrush and the Easter Bunny.
Those childhood efforts aside, I am so happy that this love of words and rhyme remained with me into adulthood and a number of years ago, I put together a little collection of poetry (purely for myself) called Shades of Eva . Below a few pieces that featured in that collection.
Winter
He heard the wind but did not listen.
He died one winters night
while snow made love to rooftops,
trees clawed at sky alight
with lamenting stars.
Grey gusts sneered and did not apologise for December.
Bird-Shaped Shoes
Ah dreams, how thee keep me awake
with those funky feet that wiggle-giggle and tickle my nose.
But I madam, will remain like a disdainful cat and snub your fair advances. My sweet ass and I will dance towards the wonky horizon whereupon my gaze lingers. And we will not stop to sneeze!
With a dazzling ginger beak and crazy bird-shaped shoes, we will saunter and spin.
Seeking. Always seeking.
Far beyond the beyond.
Dusk
Whatever shall the bees say
as I wait the end of day
and mourn a blemished sunset
as she melts and sneaks away.
I kiss the crust of autumn moon
with withered lips of berry
and fake a dream of clouds awash
with lightning bugs so merry.
Eire
Wild Irish flower pierces
bracken blanket of royal blue.
Fiery aspect strains to the far reaches
of a sun-soaked sky with dusty moon.
Soft rains spill o'er moss daydreams
to refresh a warm soul and make the mist blush.
Shipwreck
Sinister shapes glare out of the ocean.
Old souls looking for new company.
The sky, bloated with cloud, collapses
as the storm lurks on the horizon.
Eyes watching.
Luna
A full moon gorges on the stillness of the night,
milky fingers reaching across a dark blue sky.
She lies on a cold sand.
Hollow eyes gazing at stars as her hair explores the shells.
A wind rises from someplace far away
as a parched tongue of sea flicks greedily at her feet.
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