Tales of Brave Louise

You said the darkened winter

Might bring you down forever

Left gagging for the summer

Where pure air lets you breathe

Sea breeze cascades

The salt wash

Of Louise Ulysses

The battlefield of conquest

To your secret hidden haven

Where mermaids play

And sanity stays

Untouched

 

You fight against injustice

And the violence of your kin

Carving deep blue ripples

In the tissues of your mind

Now within your coral sea

You swim so very deeply

And Sirens laugh

Through your fingertips

To your secret hidden haven

Where mermaids play

And sanity stays

Untouched

 

You cannot yet surrender

For you touched the distant sands

And treasured friends are calling you

To leave the pain behind

Among the shingle

And the mock weed

Beyond the next beach barrier

You dance upon white horses

To your secret hidden haven

Where mermaids play

And sanity stays

Untouched
 

(Inspired by Tales of Brave Ulysses)

Autumn Memories

It’s funny you know when I sit down

And think about what we once had

About the friends I used to know

What happened, where did they all go?

I can still remember those happy hours

Drinking and talking onto your shoulder

We thought we could change the world

And never thought we would get any older

 

Now the autumn rust

And orange dust

Sweeps away the memories

Of teenage dreams

Beyond life’s seams

And October rain

Drowns all of the treacheries

 

There was the evenings when we would kiss

We’d bring it on home with an old LP

Played low in moments of bliss

What happened to the girl that I loved?

Tell me, did I break her heart in the rain

Did she live, and did her love grow colder

Did she ever think on my face again

And I never thought we would get any older

 

The autumn rust

And orange dust

Sweeps away the memories

Of teenage dreams

Beyond life’s seams

And October rain

Drowns all of the treacheries

 

You know my mind gets tired

When I think back on all of the things we did

I wonder if I’ll remember these precious things

As more years pass me by?

These memories will become dimmer

And old photos are stuffed in a dusty folder

I’ll point the finger back in time

And I never thought we would get any older

 

The autumn rust

And orange dust

Sweeps away the memories

Of teenage dreams

Beyond life’s seams

And October rain

Drowns all of the treacheries

 

When writers collide

Your words flow like rain on bright summer flowers

Scent permeates sense under stooping orange bowers

My reply echoes pain while twin souls corrode

Stumbling upwards slowly on a bleak stony road

 

Pan flits like a paper shadow

And the girl looks up to the sparkling stars

Run, Skip, Dance, Hide

This is what happens when writers collide

 

Your sky shimmers grey over Hanover Street

Thursday traffic calms slowly amid busying feet

My coffee blackens taste buds in a time out of mind

Remembering what is precious from a world left behind

 

Pan flits like a paper shadow

And the girl looks up to the sparkling stars

Run, Skip, Dance, Hide

This is what happens when writers collide

 

Your eyes shine brightly above a smoking smile

Honesty tempts readers to bathe in your words for a while

My study is a sanctuary as the heat pipes just cough

Writing resurrects hope when the soul’s had enough

 

Pan flits like a paper shadow

And the girl looks up to the sparkling stars

Run, Skip, Dance, Hide

This is what happens when writers collide

 

Sweet Jayne

Sweeping back the years

To when we were still kids

The landscape lay

Before us

Exploding dustbin lids

The hope of 20 summers

The embrace of time to come

The warmth of July nights

The beat of life’s lone drum

Sweet Jayne

 

Nostalgia lights the darkness

I am here and you are gone

The reality lies

Before me

Finding my way home

The chill of 60 winters

The memory of time gone by

The scent of damp November

The emptiness of the sky

Sweet Jayne