Poem

The pale light of Winter

Falls across my face

Cold embers of my youth

Like snow crumbling 

But it's colder underskin

It's thin and shivering

A baby bird lying

Amongst the bracken

Of your distant heart

But I will never say these words. 

Because I know
They don't work for you. 

And I know you don't read those words. 

Poetry never made any sense to you. 

But I am really a poem, 

And though no one might ever understand it, 

I'm hoping you'll like the music, 

The flavour I leave on your tongue 

And the tingle I leave in your heart.

Because I am a poem.

Obscure,

Pointless,

But a bonus to life.

Bracken

Show me an easier way
Through the bracken
Back to colour and light
And warmer nights
Back to a time when
I was enough
You were enough
And there were no tears

Behind our smiles.

 

 

January Monochrome

The sky will understand

My desertion

As only you can bring any colour
To this desolation

A world about to drop me like rain

Over the fields of grey

About to blow me like wind

Through the bareness of the trees

I will seek you like sunshine

Through the clouds of January

And hold you like a promise

Of green and leaf and light

In a shivering corner

Of my hibernating heart.