Time Done

A poem with a hint of "limite surréaliste" just to add a little extra interest.





Time Done  -  04 Dec 15

Different places
The wolf sings
To the Moon
Proclaiming Love
Different spaces
Moon sings of winter
Paradise of white
Lovers dance
Spin the flakes
Different times
Another spin
Of the wheel
Hands suggest
Where we should look
Elsewhere to see
How things are
Done





I enjoy singing to the Moon ~ even if my songs are silent ~ She can hear me.

Labyrinth

This is the first esoteric, or even occult, poem I have written for an age.  I am rather pleased with the result.





Labyrinth  -  02 Apr 13


The labyrinth of the mind
Lies behind the secret doors
That hide the mysteries
In plain view

Wolf chants a lullaby
In ancient sacred words
Only the raven knows
The hidden meanings

Raven watches as we dance
The labyrinth and see
Vistas unfold to us
Circling ~ opening our minds

Wolf and raven leave a trail
Of words for us to follow
Beyond the labyrinth’s centre
Opens us to the mysteries

There may well be more of these poems somewhen soon.  Thank you Muse.

Seven-ring classical labyrinth of unknown age in Rocky Valley near Tintagel, Cornwall, UK. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wolf Night

Just for a change ~ a poem which grew before the midnight hour.  It feels just a little strange but sometimes that is the best feeling for some of my poems.  Lines grew from the Wolf watching line and from the idea that a wolf was indeed walking the streets in darkness.





Wolf Night  -  29 Mar 13


Breath ~ fine wisps
Wrapped around the lamps
Wolf watching
Softly padding through
Streets of dark night
Eyeless shades watching

A hand of shadow
Reaching cross the rift
Asking to take
A maiden’s kiss
Back to the place
Where he is held

Wolf guard
Aware of hidden places
Times of otherness
When both sides of the veil
Touch and blur distinctions
Wolf ~ Maiden ~ Man

Muse said "You aren't really watching that DVD ~ why don't you write about the Wolf watching?"

Realities of the Night [Fourth Reality]

Born in the very early hours of the night as I looked out of my window while preparing for bed.  It continued to grow through the day till it was mature enough to be posted to Muse.

Realities of the Night  -  26 Jun 12

Low-flying cloud
Paints the night
With shades of grey
Wraps street lamps
In filigree damp
Cloaks the trees
With diamante robes

Wolf howl
Baying to an imagined Moon
Startled Peacocks
Ruffled feathers
Shaking their secret eyes
Seeing into other worlds
Awaiting sunrise

Silence of the mists
Hides the calls
Whispered words
Muttered incantations
Calling
Midnight Amethysts to
Burn bright





I find it very interesting how a random insertion into my sight and thoughts can deliver surreal imagery to be included in a poem ~ thank you Muse.