Evening Primrose

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Portrait of sadness by Agnieszka Lorek

Before the light of day
slips behind the moon
the maple tree glows red,
In tendrils of spidery webs
my fingers caress the earth,
Overcome by
the delicate aroma of evening primrose,
blossoms exposed on dusk.
The warmth of the sun fading –
the cool air weighs
heavily around my shoulders,
the lace shawl a slip across my vulnerability.
The beetles scuttle across the grass below,
Searching for a place to call their own.
I, a shapeless shadow,
disguised by the comfort of night
white stargazer lilies
upon the burial site,
a stagnant boulder
my eyes aching in
fits of weeping,
red rimmed and creasing,
hysteria took my heed.
Taken to the ground
my tears and
all my days gone,
Dawdling,
an ancient story
buried below,
Untold,
Goodbye my love.
Unfold my limbs across
our final resting place
Under the sun and
Clouded night.

I’ll lie with you all my days.

J.CALVERT 2016

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The Rise Of Dawn

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Before the rise of dawn
in skies of amber and silk.
She closes her eyes
in soft throws of sleep.
Remembering a time of unforgotten bliss.
He stands before her,
emerging from the haze,
folded under arm,
stirring the heavens, to bring him near,
To meet her at this place
of educed tales.
Lips touch – in moments of ecstasy
A riot among day and night –
rebellious and rising
cradled in the spell,
Fallen below the dawning,
The first light of day
to take him away,
To cast his light across the land,

Where she holds him dear.

J.Calvert 2016

Heavens Golden Wings

She slipped away,
Lily white fingers clutching,
Tethering, on tenterhooks,
I could feel her soft hands,
Falling,
Unreachable,
Her spirit, lingering in the air between,
Eyes closing,
In fated breath,
Our paths once met, she stole my heart,
In memories,
We shall share,
Our lifelong love,
Fading away,
She, my darling,
In crest,
Resting in heavens golden wings.