Poem: Comfort Zone

She snuggles up beside me
The log fire is burning bright
I whisper that I love her
We’re settled for the night

The music plays quite softly
Our glasses both half full
Her head it rests upon me
Warmed by old lamb’s wool

Love is
Love is
Love is
Love is just a pretext for a better place to be

A fox slides through the hedgerow
The owl hoots a new refrain
The wind it howls outrageous
And suggests a chance of rain

The new moon casts mad shadows
Across the placid pond
The air it is enchanted
From the doorstep and beyond

Love is
Love is
Love is
Love is just a pretext for a better place to be

A half familiar chord change
A riff that sounds so blue
Old folk music fills the air
It was made for me and you

You searched for love eternal
So tell me what you found
A passage of lost time
Now we are homeward bound

Love is
Love is
Love is
Love is just a pretext for a better place to be

Poem: Dylanesque

A blackbird is singing, grass growing high
There’s a soft cotton dress on the line hanging dry
The window’s wide open, Acacia trees
Yellow wash gently in a warm summer breeze
He sits at his desk, pencil in hand
Watching and waiting for his grey dove to land

A train rumbles slowly, along the old track
There’s smoke in the air from behind the shack
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
A young girl is out there upon a white horse
He sits at his desk, pencil in hand
Watching and waiting for his grey dove to land

A faint message appears in the hand of Hermes
Love and affection ‘mid the fluttering leaves
Hope is rekindled, and his brave life it does float
Cool is the wind as he picks up his coat
He sits at his desk, pencil in hand
Watching and waiting for his grey dove to land

Poem: Mad Shadows

The strange steady glare

Mutilates the faces of travellers

Brightness permeates

The fogginess of the night

Shoes shuffle among

Dying leaves that whisper

Fear and futility

Clutch at dragging feet

 

The paper mimics

It slides smoothly after masters

And swaying mistresses

Grotesque phantoms flit ever changing

Up the wall and down

In ghostly images leap

And the street lamps

Just loom and fade