I HIDE ME

 

I hide me

From the world

Protect myself

Within an amniotic sac

Like a babe in the womb

My heart in a cocoon

Free from harm

Wrapped in cotton wool

Safe, secure,

Out of sight, out of mind

 

I hide me

The best of me

Protected from

Deceitful hearts

And transient desires

The Schemers, dreamers,

And false redeemers

The superficial and the shallow

The morally hollow

Those that would hurt me

Use me and abuse me

All these and more

 

I hide me

The essential me

Keep me hidden

From the bitterness and bile

Of the vindictive and the vile

Free from recrimination

And spiteful retribution

Heart locked safely away

Never to see the light of day

THE JUDAS KISS

 

You said you had to go away,

Just a day or two

A business trip

Something you had to do

 

But I knew better

I knew that you were leaving

I found out

About the cheating and deceiving

 

I wait for the truth to come

But you just keep lying

You’re leaving me

And inside I’m dying

 

But you won’t see me cry

I just smile instead

I won’t let you see me

I will do that in my empty bed

 

You kiss me on the cheek

And look me in the eye

And with that Judas kiss

You turn and say goodbye

IN SEARCH OF LARA

From my familiar seat

On the crowded bus,

I thought I saw you today

In the passing throng,

 

My spirits lifted

My heart beat quickened.

And like Dr Zhivago

In search of Lara

I beat against the cold glass.

To attract attention

 

You turned toward me,

And it wasn’t you.

I was mistaken.

Through vision clouded by tears

I had not seen you,

How could it be you?

For you are gone

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (74) The Girl with the Flaming Red Hair

 

John Coe was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake as he did every summer as the view of the lake from the Hotel was spectacular.

The lake was shaped like a teardrop, hence its name, and surrounded by the ancient woodland of the Dancingdean Forrest.

It wasn’t a huge body of water, just over two miles long and almost a mile at its widest point.

It was beautiful and relatively unspoilt which was one of the reasons he chose it.

A lot of fishermen, walkers and avid bird watchers gravitated to the Finchbottom Vale.

Teardrop Lake and the surrounding woodland was privately owned and divided into twelve parcels of land, each with one significant dwelling on it, although there were a number of cottages dotted around the forest as well, some in use and some not. 

It was both idyllic and peaceful, and there was little or no noise pollution and although the lake was used there were no speed boats or jet skis, only rowing boats, canoes, dinghies and skiffs.

For John it was the sailing that brought him to the lake, and he had spent the day sailing and as he approached the jetty he saw a figure standing there.

The first thing he noticed was the sun on her red hair, turning it to a blazing fire as it tumbled down onto the white flesh of her shoulders.
The next thing to catch his eye were the pastel shades of her meagre top which struggled to contain the vibrancy of her wondrous breasts.
His eyes then moved on to her naked midriff which tantalized with a glint of sun on an adornment in her navel.
The waistband of her skirt, falsely named as it actually sat more factually on her hips, while the white cotton below encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs.
Gratifyingly, heaven sent a gust of summer breeze blowing off the lake lifting her skirt and allowing glimpses of her white thighs and pastel underwear.
But as she walked along the jetty the sunlight behind her illuminated her form, more than hinting at the delights contained within the cotton of her skirt and his loins burned for her.
His thoughts about the girl with the flaming red hair had turned to a burning desire which he would soon quench in the coolness of the forest shade because the crimson haired beauty was his wife.

ON LIFE’S GREAT JOURNEY

 

On life’s great journey

When sweet love crosses your path

Seize it with great urgency

Capture it and keep it safe

Do not let it loose from your grasp

Lest it slip through your fingers, and be gone

Hold it tightly

Cherish it, nurture it, and watch it grow

Until it wraps itself about you

Like a great loving cloak

Protecting you from the world

Making you invincible

And you will know true happiness

But when on your life long expedition

And sweet love crosses your path

Ignore it at your peril

For who can say

When it might pass your way again

BENEATH THE WEEPING WILLOW TREE

 

Like the star-crossed lovers,

Romeo and Juliet,

They come from feuding kin

And must hide their love

They meet in secret

Beside the quiet lake

The only sounds,

Are of the faintest breeze

Disturbing the lofty tree tops

And ducks squabbling on the lake

But despite the quiet

Fearful of discovery

They embrace hidden from view

Beneath a weeping willow tree

Whose leafy pendulous branches

Trail down into the still water

Stirred by the gentle breeze

They dip in an out of the water

Like the toes of a reluctant bather.

They kiss there in the quiet shade

And feel at once renewed

No words are spoken

Their language is of caress and kiss

Such tender converse

With limitless vocabulary

And languid pronunciation

Every syllable well employed

And when the final paragraph is reached

They end with perfect .punctuation

Stirring from their lovers languor

They tread separate paths

To rejoin warring tribes

Adopting adversarial manner

No knowing looks to be exchange

No casual brushing past

When for that exquisite moment

Hand touches hand

They must remain entrenched

Until they can once again

Embrace beneath the weeping willow tree

I SPIED A CHRISTIAN MAID

From my pew

Where I stood and prayed

My eyes were fixed

On a Christian maid

 

Is it inappropriate?

My lecherous behaviour

When in church

Worshipping the saviour

 

I studied every inch

Right down to the floor

Instead of hymn numbers

Vital statistics I saw

 

A glimpse of lace

A bra strap showing

My eyes consumed her

Without her knowing

 

The tightness of her jeans

Her shape within

I missed the sermon

Doubtless about sin

 

A sight to feast my eyes

Which affected me so

That I had a quiver in my voice

And a tingle down below

 

Oh lord forgive me

For being such a sinner

But you must admit

She really is a stunner