In a Garden Without Shade

My wings will wait 

in a garden 

without shade  

feathers bowed 

in the heat,

Fine hairs 

carelessly thread 

droplets of sweat gleam 

under a summer sun  

The weight of the garden bed 

and Rose bush spike, 

Jupiter scents the air 

to caress tired eyes 

In this paradise 

Built for one

little wings 

Untie 

Spread

two souls

take flight.
J.Calvert 2017

Tin Horse

A horse
made of tin
lay baking
in the sun
beside the outhouse,
mama’s wine glass
resting on the gravel
where she left it last
rocks
glistened in the heat
my eyes sore
from the lemon-grass trees
pine needles prick
the back of my feet
my nostrils flare with dust
black sheep
and
red dog licking at my feet
all around
baron
carcasses
dry
blend with dirt
like roots to the earth,
crows to pick their bones
Papas skin
burnt
sleep he does not know
Hummingbirds
call to the blue bells bush,
The horizon beacons across
the remote
like western light touching
the window pane,
in quiet isolation
This is where I call home.

Little Pieces 

My heart a million little pieces reflecting light, illuminated under the stars tonight. 

Words J.Calvert 2017 

Image: Pinterest edited

Amazon Queen – Revised

The sky sleeps

 in the soft flow of night

The wind whispers under a cloak 

of black and gold,

She glitters below the leaves, 

 of broad-leaved evergreens 

Above the canopy, rain falls

Of turquoise hues 

and silky moss 

faerie orchids stalk

Her heart line like an exotic 

capillary-flower 

Etched, deeply profound

A kapok, 

tendrils strangling its host,

leaving behind a haunted fig 

A ghostly fog –
Sensually, night slips into dawn

Burnt orange 

sunrise 

She, the protector

of all that are gone

Singing a warrior song – 

Dazzling Queen of the Amazon.

Words J.Calvert written 2016, revised 2017. 

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Under Shawl 

Chiffon
The depth of my soul,
Buried beneath the cathedral stone,
My breath shallow,
The weight of my pain wrapped under shawl,
My lips bleeding in lacey throw,
Unable to speak,
My dues,
I owe,
Cast undertow.

 

The Mad Hatter

Photo courtesy of http://favim.ru/image/38390/

Photo courtesy of Miss Apiheiress

China of finery,

Little saucers and sugary treats,

Lacey doilies and teapots hanging from trees,

Hares and grinning Cheshire Cats,

Hats of black, big hats, small hats,

The Hatter has,

A hat parade,

Riddle me this,

Recite with me,

Nonsensical poetry,

Little white rabbits hop through the woods,

Down the rabbit hole,

One two three,

Come to wonderland,

Don’t be shy,

The Mad Hatter will open your eyes,

The world is upside down,

Suspended by a wire,

The Queen of Hearts,

She likes to spill blood,

She’s looking for thrill,

She’s looking for laughs,

Her croquet mallet swinging,

The foul mouthed Monarch,

Wants your head swung across the garden path,

We don’t all bite,

Well only a little,

So come to wonderland,

Where time is twisted,

Bent and still,

Of tea parties and Alice’s pills.

J.CALVERT 2016