I Met Her In A Graveyard

This is the second in what will inevitably form a Halloween trilogy, concluding tomorrow… I am going to perform these poems, with others, at my first ever poetry performance (excluding open mics) this weekend. Wish me luck!

I met her in a graveyard
On a dark and stormy night.
Wrapped in blackest midnight
She was something of a sight.

Her skin was pale as moonlight.
She’d dark circles round her eyes.
Her countenance was serious :
Quite incapable of surprise.

Her long black skirt hid her feet,
She seemed to glide across the ground.
Made no mark upon the floor,
Moved without a sound.

She made a beeline for me,
As I was drawn to her.
Mesmerised by each other,
Quite forgetting who we were.

Neither dared to touch the other,
To break this moonlit spell.
This eeriest enchantment
That makes two hearts compel.

Standing, still not touching,
We danced upon the mist,
The tangled trail of eddies,
The only evidence of our tryst.

Our bodies now moved closer,
I moved in for a kiss…

But I fell and passed right through her
Denied that mortal bliss.

For though I was but the ghost
In a delicious irony
I fell so hard in love with her
It’s her that haunted
Me

So if you’re sat there lonely now
Sad, and praying for a date
Remember well this poem’s words:
It’s never too late
It’s never too late

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Palindrome Poem

I read a timely post yesterday by Annika Perry on the value of, and more importantly the cost of, writing for and entering competitions – https://annikaperry.com/2016/10/16/the-cost-of-competitions/. Ironically, I had been writing a poem to enter in a competition this morning, but hadn’t checked the small print… it was only open to members. Paying members. There didn’t even seem to be an option to pay to enter this one competition – it was all geared up for monthly membership, which I’m not interested in. So, their loss (!) is your gain – I’ve included it below. Completely for free. Just for you šŸ™‚

This is a palindrome poem. It reads the same backwards as forwards. This is the first I’ve tried…

exposed wounds
numbness
feeling without love
friendship cresting
begets attraction, expectation
beguiling touch of reality
love eclipse
supernova emotions explode
JOY!
explode emotionā€™s supernova
eclipse love
reality of touch
beguiling expectation
attraction begets
cresting friendship
love without feeling
numbness wounds
exposed

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Haiku – Compass

You may have noticed that I haven’t been blogging much lately – life and work are getting in the way. Some of my favourite blogs have shut down recently, and I have contemplated doing the same… I’ve decided not to. I don’t know how much writing I’ll get to do, and how much I can share with you (am trying to work on some longer short stories and fiction), but I’ll still be around whenever I can šŸ™‚

This is something I wrote this morning. A little haiku for the lovers…

 

I was lost in love
Heart’s compass re-calibrates
Now points me to you

 

 

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Signs

Trying to read the signs
Washed across your sky
Desperate for some insight:
The truth within the lie

Those wispy, wandering clouds
Reflect away your light
Conceal the burning heart of you,
Bring about your night

Fleeting touches aren’t enough
I’m always craving more
Yet every time you disappear
I end up on the floor

The pattern’s set, the dance goes on,
So here I sit and cry
Trying to read those signs
Washed across your sky

 

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Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/electricnude/188177613

Love’s Playground

Down in love’s playground
All relationships captured
In childhood amber

Here, giggling on swings
One pushing and one kicking,
Never together

Here, on climbing frame
A mad scramble to the top;
King of the castle

Here, swooshing down slides
Patiently waiting their turn
For such fleeting joy

Here, merry-go-round
Spinning faster and faster
Out of all control

Here, levered see-saw
Where, for one to touch the sky,
One must hit the ground

There, the lucky ones
Dusty knees in the sandpit
Building together

 

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