Friday, 14 May 2021

THIS MASQUERADE

 

When I reflect back

On our time together

People were amazed

By my patience

And my quiet resolve

To maintain,

The status quo.

Such forbearance

And fortitude

In the face

Of her constant betrayals

My endurance

And boundless tolerance

Astounded everyone

But to claim any virtue

Would be dishonest

Because it was so calculated

I was not blind

To her indiscretions.

And to our friends

My capacity for forgiveness

Seemed to far exceed

Her ability to shame me

But it was I

Who was the dishonest one

I maintained an air

Of cool dispassion

In an effort

To give her space

And freedom

So as not to drive her away

I wore the mask

Of the patient husband

But my noble efforts

Were in vain

As I appeared to her,

Merely indifferent

And I drove her away anyway

I should have been honest

True to my feelings

I should have discarded

All pretense

And removed the mask

LOVE IS..... # 9

Love is…

Not fearing the quiet

Not doubting in the silence

Not feeding your insecurities

Not being jealous

Jealousy is not love

PICTURES OF LILY

 

Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length

Curly like loose ringlets cascading down

Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky

Eyes black as the night sky in winter, brows

Thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full and pouty

Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure

Like a Rodin carving of perfection

Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion

Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace

Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly

Her legs sheathed in stocking of black silk

Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly

A vision as this is not as it seems

It’s the airbrushed woman of my dreams

Snippets of Downshire Life – The Incumbent Vicar

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north but our story begins Oxley Green

 

There had been a sad loss in the village of Oxley Green after the sudden death of their highly respected Vicar of St Thomas’, Nigel Howes, and even if that wasn’t tragic enough his widow Emily had decided to vacate the vicarage and make room for the new Vicar Andrew Fanning in order for him to establish himself in the village as soon as possible because it was difficult enough trying to fill her husband’s shoes.

He was at present lodging at the Mountaineer, which was not the most suitable accommodation for a man of the cloth or for a layman for that matter, not that he would have minded staying there if it meant not putting Emily out of her home, but she was of a mind to go.

Andrew was a single man and she knew that the demands on a Parish Priest were hard enough to endure when you have a wife to share the burden and a home in which to do it.

When you had to spend time in a hospice at the bedside of sick parishioners, ministering to them as they slipped into the next world, and then after they had slipped their mortal bonds, return to a room over the pub, it was not conducive to his spiritual wellbeing.

So that was in Emily’s thinking when she insisted she would move,  

She also took steps to remedy his single status by employing a young widowed parishioner, Lindsay Head, as his housekeeper.

Emily had history in the village for matchmaking and she was very shrewd and she had the measure of Andrew Fanning the first moment she met him and she also knew that Lindsay had a heart as big as the moon and with Andrew’s sweet tooth and her culinary expertise Emily knew that Lindsay would very soon bake her way into his heart.

 

DOCTOR MY EYES

 

I’ve had my eyes tested

And I am 20/20

I am not short sighted

Nor long sighted

My eyes are healthy

There is no glaucoma

No floaters

Nor cataracts

My sight is perfect

So why is it

When I look at you

I see an angel

When you are anything but

I asked the optician

Why, with such perfect vision,

Can I not see betrayal?

He told me

That I have perfect vision

Its just rose tinted

LOVE IS..... # 8

 

Love is…

Is a dream fulfilled

Or a wish come true

ANNE

 

Anne stood on a still riverbank at peace

A silent and untroubled location

She knew well that then was the very last time

She would stand in that special place alone

A joining of hearts in the days to come

Meant her life would be forever altered

Remembrances filled her young head

Of when her own council was all she had

No more, since he entered her life

A soul mate and kindred spirit, lover

A friend and yet so much more besides

The other half of her found at long last

And with this new stranger reunited

They will share the love that is requited