She’s the butterfly kind
With a
butterfly mind
Always
moving she never sits
Her head
is full of thoughts that flit
The
butterfly miss
With the
butterfly kiss
Thursday, 7 October 2021
SHE’S THE BUTTERFLY KIND
ENTWINED IN THE AFTERGLOW
Passions spent in our libidinous embrace
Loves
contented glow upon her face
I feel
safe lying entwined in the afterglow
But in the
morn will love melt like April snow
Or will
its strength sustain in longevity
Or shall
we remark upon its easy brevity
I could
lay here forever cocooned in eternal love
We are a
perfect fit, the hand and the glove
But if it
didn’t last forever I still had - this
Then
gently on her soft flesh I leave a loving kiss
And I
urged myself to live in the moment
And know
that there I could be content
THE MARINERS TALE
Marked by the tides of love,
We almost
breached the sea wall
Before our
fortunes waned
And we
began our Titanic fall
From the
crest of a wave
To the
depths of the deepest sea
Marks the
rise and fall
Wednesday, 6 October 2021
Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (97) At the Christmas Market
Memories of William Horton’s childhood flashed through his mind as he
approached the Christmas Market in Shallowfield.
Although the memory that filled his head was a distant one, in more ways
than one, as it happened many years earlier when his father was an Army Colonel
stationed in Berlin.
Their Nanny Gisela took them to the Spandau
Christmas market and she indulged them
with food and drink, he could almost taste the spicy sausages, fried onion and
tangy mustard, the recollection was so vivid.
He knew that the
Shallowfield Market was a pale imitation of its German counterpart but he
wasn’t there for Gluwein or spiced sausage nor was he looking for marzipan novelties
or tawdry decorations.
His interest was in
the centre piece of the market, the Christmas Tree, a mighty thirty foot
evergreen dressed to honour the season and when he got his first sight of it, it
made him sigh.
It was a magical place
for him and looking upon it brought him back to the moment he had last seen it
a week earlier and he felt the joy of that moment instantly, when he kissed
Georgia for the first time in the glow of the trees lights.
But that kiss had not
been repeated since because he was a soldier of the Downshire Light Infantry
like his father before him, and he had been away with the regiment, but a
promise was made to meet again, a promise he hoped they would both be keeping.
He stood by the tree
and scanned the faces in the crowd looking for a tall willowy red head, but
after ten minutes he began to think she was going to let him down.
But then he felt a tug
at his elbow and when he turned around Georgia was smiling at him.
“Hi” she said
“You came” William
said
“Of course” Georgia
retorted and kissed him as the Snow fell softly and the lights of the tree
twinkled and their hearts became entwined.
WITH MY PETTY JEALOUSY
Sibilant whisperings
Greeted me
For it was
I
Who stole
their glee
The
gathering
Looked
upon me
As the architect
Of their
misery
They could
barely
Keep their
hate inside
At this
wedding
Without a
bride
It was all
my doing
With my
petty jealousy
And with
it in me
I had made
her flee
HAPPINESS WAS THE HARBINGER
Happiness was the harbinger
Of my doom
Happy
laughter echoed
In every
joyful room
But we
were too happy
That was
our crime
The God’s
couldn’t bear
To see us
happy all the time
So they
sent the angels
To take
you from my side
They took
your life
And left
me dead inside
Sadness
envelops me
As I kneel
by your grave
I try to
keep back the tears
I try my
hardest to be brave
But they
come anyway
My grief
is unconfined
My dear
sweet angel,
Resides
with others of her kind
I curse
the selfish Gods
For their
spiteful jealousy
And pray
to them also
To come
soon and take me
NO MERE FRIPPERY
Though some thought her unworldly
I thought she was cute
I think not
being wise in the ways of the world
Is an
attractive trait
It left
her with an air of innocence
Untainted
by convention
Some
thought her a mere frippery
I thought
her beyond price
But I was in a minority of one
And to my great relief I found
She was overlooked by the rest
Which left this sweet curiosity
Exclusively to me
She was my Tulip in an onion field
My Daisy in a Rose bouquet
She is now my constant companion
The love of my life
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