Melanie – a poem

Tinted warm by rose and amber light

Melanie smiles and pouts her painted mouth

Exotic spider, webbed in scarlet silk

She wears the face of Venus, Helen, Circe

Drawing one-hour lovers to extol her grace

And wit. She lends her body, listens, comforts

Promises a paradise of lust

The door lets in the shocking light of day

Melanie leaves, her pockets full of gold

Her eyes are clean and cold and bold

And know the secrets of the world.

Three Haikus

  1. Child of my child, I

scoop you up and hug you, breathe

you in and keep you.

2. Daffodils today;

chuir siad gliondar ar mo chroí,**

glowing, golden bright.

3. A rose, heart-stopping

red, intoxicating scent,

irony of thorns.

** Irish for “they bring joy to my heart”.

3 Haikus

  1. Blessed, healing rain

soaks into my parched skin and

flushes out all grief.

2. Narrow, stone-walled streets,

palace, church and square resound

with strains of Mahler.

3. My new laptop lives –

it whispers, groans and purrs and

winks its crimson eyes.

From my collection “From There to Here” which I will publish on Amazon Kindle before the end of the year.

“Flasher”

He bent his knees, leaned back

To give a better view

Words gathered in my head

Shaped the story to be told

At his expense

Does this man live alone

In a dingy, broken room?

No friends, no love, no life

A soul full of angry tears –

To shock, the only cure

Did he wake and think –

Yes! It’s been a while

Sniggering over toast

Looking forward to

The glory of exposure

And when I had scurried off

Did he shake with wicked glee?

Or, zipped up and re-arranged

Did he turn away to hide

A sorry, red-eyed face?

“In a Yellow Dress”

If I could put you

In a frame

And freeze forever

Those wanton curls

Burnt honey round

Your peachy, freckled face

And emerald eyes

I would

But you are eager

To be gone

And my frame won’t

Hold you now

As once it did

The room retains

Your image – twirling in a yellow dress.

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“ALMOST WHOLE” a poem about love and loss.

The punch is spiked with glory

My senses leaping and alive

For tonight to listen is enough

And through the music of the music

Runs an old familiar voice

A thread of scarlet joy, moving

In my blood, weaving through my heart

And lungs and lights, pulling tighter

Ever tighter ‘til I scarcely breathe

Caught like a bunch of doe-eyed pansies

My eyes are dark and wild with wonder

At such intensity of being

That I must weep for being almost whole.

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“Seascapes” by Elizabeth Merry

1. Midnight, and the pale moon paley lighting up

The worm beds on the beach. We hoked them out

Threw them wriggly into buckets. Damp knees

In the damp sand. Uneasy in the stillness, watching for

The yellow hair of fairies hidden in the tide, 

Voices from another world. That white beach

An other world itself that sent me home a changeling

Waiting forty weeks a year, patient, to resume myself.

2. Barely rose, pearly in the dawn, an angry sea throws

Spray across the wall, wrecks the boats tied up

Beneath the lighthouse on the pier. Its flashing light

Lights up the summer picnic island. Foam spuming

Flying, keeping all indoors. Spattered windows;

Seaweed stranded on the road like giant insects. And

I, an elemental on a swing, lick my salty lips and

Laugh and watch the sea for Manaman, its King.

“Landscapes”

1. Tied by mortal feet

To an inland place

I would be one of

Lir’s unhappy swans

Blown across the wintry

Straits of Moyle

This bland wind has

No taste, no smell

It sweeps down fiercely

From the hills

And knocks the heads  

Off blooms already dead.

2. Heedless of the

Grey, polluted air

The whins blazed

I gazed and saw them

Shine above the singing

Northern sands

Some bastard

Burned them down –

The skinny twigs are twisted

Black and crumbling

Street-locked and bereft

I am left to suffocate.

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