Sparkle and Comfort
My power is a spider, collapsed in the night
Back broken with babies, she gave up the fight
All those little legs carried, webs made in hurry
Flies she sucked dry as she drained them of worry
If patience means waiting, then patience I’m good at
You’ll find me at stations, hopeful as April
One day, I know it’s coming, the one with my name on
Taking me home, and I’ll instantly know it
The shining of diamonds, soft sound of a seashell
Sparkle and comfort, joy born without effort
Paler
The world grows paler without him
Colour drains from grassy blades
Bluebells sulk, dull imitations
Sunny meadow slips to shade
.
Sometimes, I spy a distant rainbow
Colours mingle, maypole strands
A fading trace of violet wonder
Mossy haze of promised land
.
I grow paler without him
Despite the weather growing bright
For how can I absorb the sunshine
When I face internal night?
Dust
I’ve never understood life’s point
Felt reason to be here
Had a cause or vision
To nurture or hold dear
I envy those with purpose
Who know their inner ‘why’
For if it all amounts to dust
Why would we even try?
But even dust has meaning
To those who watch it catch the sun
I see it play on this fine day
A last gift, given by someone
Beautiful Prisoner
Beautiful prisoner
Behind your own glass
Watching the world
Passing by, high speed train
I so want to touch
Smash the window right in
But the pane is your pain
And your pain, is within
Plunge pool
His words, exploding candy
Each one a leaping journey
Popcorn on her body
Tingle and sensation
Psyched up, tense as wire lace
Ready for the plunge pool
Climb into the ice bath
Bracing for the crackling
Fissures of built pressure
Suspended in his sculpture
.
Pelts of fault, pole vaulting
Hail on her inferno
Escaping from the opaque
Translucent then transparent
Knows he sees inside her
Lost pink-eyed lab rabbit
In his maze of awe and theory
Seeking jaws of exit
.
Grace he couldn’t give her
Reins are stubborn grass stains
Controlling mental chariots
Only thing he’d learned to steer
How long can she endure?
Chill, cruel concertina
Compression and expansion
Flattened Jack Frost pattern
Doilying her windscreen
Obscuring whorls of crystal
And part of her still liked it
.
Because, when he grew colder
She found she could best cool down
Becoming tepid water
Milder from immersion
Her warm breath ever weaving
A spreading dye in his mouth
Jamming frozen voices
Cerise purse of their riches
As she herself drank the liquid
Of his blackened bruise
Fermenting as a bramble
.
Wishes became curses
Curses became medicine
And there they held each other
Merged as married marbles
Stretched cats in crushed damask
Petal of their mirrors
Trying on each other’s scent
Smudged as sage, still blending
Imagine if….
Imagine if we took our masks off
Cried out hearts to folk on traíns
Said all our thoughts when people asked us
Spilled our guts, burst clouds of rain
Imagine a plain “how’s it going?”
If acts were dropped and barriers down
If people truly cared to listen
Souls, were missing children, found
Imagine speech with kind intention
Where time is given, truth is prized
No mind games or learned convention
Wounds are healed, love realised.
All of these made me think of particle physics in different ways: attraction; repulsion; connection; emptiness; radiating energy and light; decay - but all being played out on a very human level Your poetry is the stuff of the universe.
Another treat for the senses! Thank you, Julie.