Ruffled Wings

 

I’ll undo the little threads
Fitted to my skin
Unfold each softly twined strand,
Let my wings reside in flutter
Behind my shoulders
drawn
In shades of copper
trimmed with gold
The scent of lilies float,
over a pond of fronds
and branches fold
under slippers wove in silk
and ribbon ties loop
Ruffled wings
Of feathers and plumes
Windswept
In tangled array
Tethering me to this place
Like draperies unbridled
To reveal
The gentle pleats of flight.

J.CALVERT 2016

Edge of Reason

A little edge of reason –
Stealing back the sheets,
Dark lines and silhouettes,
Make for a tasty treat.
Eyes aglow, underneath the frayed strokes,
Below the canvas of misery,
In shaded cloaks of grey;
My mind is a temple, trudging the day.
Beneath the setting stones,
A darkness envelopes,
Crossing the tides of time,
To a place my soul mates lies.
The years pass by, on a foreign tide,
My heart belongs to this borrowed land,
My mind restless in a simpleness,
Of customs and folklore,
Yet the lair of witchcraft and rebels,
Entice and compel.
Forgotten by the dawn,
Time stretches on,
I become a distant memory,
A history left unsaid –
Unspoken for centuries,
Silent on the wind.

J.Calvert 2016

Pendula Tree

A little place, between the trees, A place only for you to see, Under the pendula tree, Weeping cherries, Pink and wet, in dew, Resting your tired head, On cushions of flower buds, And tales of fairies, To enchant your … Continue reading