Joy leapt, a swan to the sky.
Her wings brushed the edges of me
and I opened to meet her.
A breath entered,
cool, radiant, clear,
full of sky,
for that moment I flew with her.
A short and hopefully sweet poem for you all, dear readers, and I hope moments of joy transport you as we soar to the end of 2020. – Giulietta
The moon
drops her
petticoats
and rises
bold.
We are
unclothed
flowers
in her flame.
Too long
did she wear
the clouds of
hidden shame.
The moon
stands bold in
the light of the
unencumbered
sun,
our hearts
untamed.
Whistling,
she carries wildflowers
and wild garlic
stains her sleeve.
She is not
from the city
I stare
at the white blossoms
caught in her hair.
My shoes
on the pavement
her hair blows wild.
Songbirds chitter,
pip, squeak
in the bordering trees
in a startling thunder
of wings
they fly.
Her laugh
takes to the sky.
She, an earthed breeze
in a close London square.
I stare
at white blossoms
caught in her hair.
Come down
from the stars
white owl
woman
your face
of moonlight
stills me
your gentle
hand
caresses
the trees
there is snow
on the hills
and ice
on the river
come down
to us
and bring us
your wings.
I wrote this on a 9 day meditation retreat in Wales. The half-moon was white against the dark winter night.
Owl owl
Dazzled by
candle flames
I drop to
inner eyes
and startle at the
brighter fire
of the phoenix
heart
encased in
perfect light
with a love
born of fire
it takes flight
with
bright flame
wings
its rare
freedom
shatters
the night.
Just found out two of my poems are accepted into the glorious Urthona magazine! Coming this winter.
A big thanks for everyone who shares my poems by reading them. It’s a lovely thing to know they ‘live’ in others, and that we share a moment of communication beyond what can be captured in words.
I write, not only poems, but other stories from fantasy to light romantic reads. My recent summer story ‘The Right Kiss’ is out on Amazon if any of you enjoy that genre, it’s here:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Right-Kiss-Monday-Mystery-Society-ebook/dp/B00W47YVL
Otherwise, here is my latest poem. It’s inspired by a friend who was telling me how she never ‘fit into the boxes’ at school, etc- she lives in her own way, a free spirit:
Best wishes, Inky
This one is slightly different than my norm as I have stuck to a rhyming structure. Comments welcome!
Freedom eludes us
the moment of flight.
Bars that once caged us
loom black out of sight.
Any lengths travelled
map straight back to Here.
The grace of our wings
beats heavy with fear.
A tether holds tight
and keeps us from sky.
For fear can weigh down
a thing that can fly.
We need but glance back
where we aim to part
to finally know
what cages our heart.
I live outside
of things.
I creep close
to the bushes
and grunt
in the leaves
with the hedgehogs.
I breathe in
sweet jasmine
I breathe out
all the houses
I used to know.
My dress hangs
on a rose thorn
in a closet of
moonlit marigolds.
I am captured by
green wild owl
eyes and
none of the places
I used to know.
My face turned
towards sun
my heart a
flaming bird
burning as it goes.
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