Category: Poetry

* The sky erupts in crimson petals Velvet thoughts and zephyrs fill the air Silky rose petals form strange contours on the horizon As Helios the divine retracts his beams * Slowly, on an eternal arc, rises Luna The inscrutable Changeable On her mysterious arc * Constellations blink and glisten Rigid and possessive Glittering stars…

* Quiet Deathly quiet. Not a leaf stirs. A bird scolds as it flies. Dust rises for no reason. The milky sky darkens, Brown and yellow colours swirl as clouds draw up beyond the horizon. A single drop hits the pavement. The air is still. Waiting. Far away rumbling drifts and dies. Silence. Oppressive calm…

* Lazy water lapping at the greensward Sunrise over the trees mark A tower reaching towards the sky. It casts a long shadow that never reaches the water * From the lake, the tower seems elevated But the foreshortening view Makes it appear stocky As it squats on top of the hill * Who was…

* Translucent and enigmatic She trails her stinging hair through the swell Medusa has a sister that lives in the deep sea Siphonophores let the surge Take them Rock them And feed them * Bubbles Surround them in The crystal Clear Ever moving Restless Channel Of Salty Brine * Davy Jones’ Locker Is no Mystery…

* Vapour rises and forms strange figures Behold how they sway and shift The sun vanishes in a miasma And a sudden chill rustles black branches Reaching towards the sky * Bewildering forms spin and shift Lulling you into a trance Murky and obscure * Don’t lose your way and Wander into the unknown *…

Floating Poetry on a pond Slowly unfold its mysterious petals Water sparkles, reflecting the sun Playing with light and shadow * Oh, let me drift Forget And reclaim The joy and the tears My life * Flat leaves Of green circumspection Move on the wavelets Sleeping Dreaming With the bloom Still to come * ©…

*** Warm and peaceful Sweet and hopeful Dreams abound on certain days Will they wither? Will they prosper? Is it up to us to say? * Is the Star of stars a signpost? Will we learn to give or take? * Time has never worked to help us. * An eternal question drifts, In and…

* Pennants flying in the breeze Pastel colours For pantomime dancers Hiding behind peacock tails. Pierrot smiles with his large red mouth And Harlequin kisses Columbine in an old-fashioned garden. * Flowers of grace and Ancient overtones Add mystery to Undertones of Fragrance and finesse * © HMH, 2021

* Try to find mistletoe Not for kissing but To take it in oath Such plants are ever reluctant and Bring down the gods. Twilight plant Unwilling and dour But ever sealing our fate. The Norns rub their cold hands And smile as the pale berries Drop poison into Bleeding hearts From London Verses *…

* Flower of love and of greed and of scorn Perfect, enduring, a symbol ignored Crown for a ruler or madness for Dutch Raised to the heavens and dropped into dust * Emblem of paradise, supporting the poor Spread from the seeds or the bulbs to increase Wealth and the prospects of royal delights Vintage…