Monday 19 July 2010

2010-07-22 gogyohka




***

the
lift
waits
for
no-one

***

looked
for
her shadow
but
it was never there

***


***

grizzly bear
imprisoned
within oak floorboards
his eyes
sad

***

against
the wall
shadows
enacting
their life

***

hollow
mocking
laughter
the white mask
immobile

***


***

grotesque
white
mask
the cut out eyes
black and deep

***

the
masked
ball
refused
just the one guest

***

black shadow
on
the wall
I reach out
put my hand through it

***


***

hole
in
the night sky
black
unfathomably deep

***

the
black
musical notes
all
in a heaped jumble

***

her face sad
her identity taken
she looks straight at you
accusing
but yet her face blank

***

as she walked over
the
old stone grey bridge
her shadow stopped
and then it caught up with her

***


***

silently hiding
in the far corner
of the room
the
shadow

***

the radio cackled
a voice
grew clearer
on its
ghostly wavelength

***

behind
glass window
trapped
in
a vortex of time

***

the photo
so faded
her face
growing fainter
by the second

***

dropped
an
illusion
it
was very heavy

***

the wolf's
luminous eyes
staring out
of
the powerful black darkness

***


***

bewitching hour
fast approaching
must get to bed and close my eyes
before
they start coming out of the walls

***

twilight
draws
her curtains
pins them
with a star

***

twilight falls
velvet blue sky
my willow
paints
moths

***



***

daisy chains
interlinking
the vast blue field of sky
in the vaults of heaven
stars twinkling

***

night time's
musky
scent
trembling
summer stars

***

she
emerged
from darkness
had seen more
than she ought to have seen

***

unknown
unwanted
not acknowledged
but
still living

***


***

night time fell
concentric circles
going in opposite directions
descending
lower and lower

***

their
death
had
only
been suspended

***

the
tenuous
connection
suddenly
it's gone

***


***

all
the
darkness
sucked
in

***

my reflection
in the mirror
stares back at me
then she turns
and walks away

***

the
mirror reflection
stared back
and laughed
incredulously

***

the storyteller
looked around
he showed the audience a mirror
they
could see no one in it

***

of this world
yet
not of it
thin dividing line
between the two

***


***

staircases
upwards and upwards
some carpeted and some not
reaching the
uppermost tower of the mind

***

a knight of old
charging
with his horse and lance
a
steam train

***


***

raven
flying between worlds
carrying black runestone
drops it
in the river

***

the story has already happened
past present and future
are but in one moment
spread
for eternity

***

night after night
he stepped and side stepped
his rifle at the ready
he fired it
only the once

***

sleeping
under the stars
cool fresh summer night
the dog's hot breath
on my cheek

***

Woke up last night
my bedroom door to garden is open
I go outside...
I wake up in the morning
that door is closed

***

brilliant smile yet no home
the night will flower
blue
from concrete
dirt

***


***

under
the
silence of the moon
I
watch

***

standing by the pool
the moon's reflection
twinkles
my shadow
puts an arm round my shoulder

***

only
thing that remained
was footprints in the grass
daybreak
erased all traces

***

soothing
the
rich velvet texture
of
sunset

***


***

sitting on the beach
watching
the sunset
glowing red
into purple

***

grey-green with morning sun
by noon
she is emerald
but in the evening
she cloaks herself with purple

***

wandering
along
the shores of life
things given, things never given
things that should have been given

***

the sea
murmering
whispering
her
name

***


***

a flare of red
across
the night time sea
then
she is gone

***

bleached
seagull bones
on the shore
a tarred piece of rope
and a feather

***

swimming
in the deep blue sea
I swam far out
you
got worried

***


***

white
foaming
wavelets
erasing
all trace of footprints

***

the child
found a fossil
in the cliffs
she put it in a red box
saved it forever

***


***

child followed the sea out
and
she tried to catch up with it
the tide turned
child had to run very fast

***

dog and I
walk along the beach in silence
the dog is spooked
she runs back to car
the sea is calling my name

***


***

the tide
crept insiduously in
over hard rippled sand
a mist
descended all around

***


***

bare feet on the sand
long dress flowing
dancing
that summer
long ago


***

I stood here
long ago
wild and free
barefoot
on the sandy shore

***

needles
of turquoise
flitting through the reeds
cotillion
of dragonflies

***


***

the circle
of the eye
stares
at
the circle of the horizon

***



***

viewing through walls
keeping an eye
on the children
keeping
them safe

***

the magic carpet
three children
journeyed
far
came back wide-eyed

***


***

cricket on the village green
the sky clear blue
strawberries and cream
under
the oak tree

***

summer tea party
in the land of Wales
a magical place
of stories
and legends

***

cricket on the village green
the sky clear blue
strawberries and cream
under
the oak tree

***

slipping
through the fabric of time
she travelled
free
as the wind

***


***

the
willow
painting
the sky
bright blue

***

she
wove
the tales
they believed
then it came true...

***


***

they
walked up streams
together
she took care
of her little brother

***

Pendragon castle
early morning
summer mists
watching
the past

***


***

walking round the stones
barefoot
on damp dewed grass
hands on the stones
feeling the past

***

the
dragon
sleeps
under the hills
waiting

***

man digs up
all of his dandelions
he is very pleased with himself
from next door
parachutes in...

***

two clouds
racing
'cross the sky
each
with three little dots behind them

***

in
our wanderings
we took books
now
we take the internet

***

books
our
companions
converse
with those within

***

internet
our
companion
converse
with twitter

***


***

hoverfly
studies me carefully
then darts away
a
dronefly

***

the traveller and I
we walked the same path
for awhile
then
our ways parted

***


***

crossing the bleak, dark moor
a wam hand
rests on my shoulder
I turn
but there is no one there

***


***

a fallen white petal
flies upwards
re attaching itself to a clematis flower
a
butterfly

***

butterfly flew
through shafts of sunlight
piercing trees
its wings
shimmering

***

perfect
scented
pink roses
elongated half circles cut out of rose leaves
by leaf- cutting bee

***


***

a leaf-cutting bee
carrying leaf bigger than itself
stops
to rest
on every leaf

***

a chapel
its doors always open
to anyone
windows
of honesty pod

***

honesty pods
drop
to the ground
coins
of silver

***

the
restless
heart
a scrap of paper tossed
by the wind

***


***

it was summer
when
I first met you
the sky was blue
you bought a bag of bright oranges

***

in summer
we did cartwheels
across the grass
my brother
and I

***


***

summer skies
were
the intensest of blue
in
my childhood

***

I
ran away
one summer's day
the sky was blue
no clouds to be seen

***


***

since
you
went away
the paintings
remained unpainted


***


***

my dog
asleep
in my bed
repeatedly
kicks me

***

black sleek cat
with
pointy ears
surveying
through slitted eyes

***



***

cat sits
in front of door
I open it
cat looks at me disdainfully
and walks away

***

the
willow
branches
busily stroking
sleeping cat on garage roof

***

anight of rain
bright sun greeting the new day
rainbows
dancing
on the white cat

***

soporific day
cats fast asleep
on garage roof
goshawk appears overhead
four bullets shoot in through cat flap

***



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Tuesday 13 July 2010

2010-07-14 gogyohka




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***

I painted
a flower
and
a butterfly
landed on it

***


***

life
is
a mirror image
nothing
substantial

***

arching
deep purple
buddleia
a rainbow
of butterflies

***

the guest
worthy
to be here
it is
you

***


***

graced
the room
with her presence
peacock butterfly
fluttered in front of mirror

***

there
is
no failure
just steps
on the journey

***

a
quiet
moment
of
stillness

***

not doing
is
doing
it is
letting go

***

it
becomes
real
only when
you've experienced it

***


***

old bookshop
without
obligatory
resident
cat

***


***

my books in piles
and not returned
to the shelves
on my bookshelves
now a clutter of spiders

***
the cats
demented
at scratching inside settee
a mischief
of mice

***

things
are
because
they have
to be

***

cat looks at me
from
inside tumble drier (door was open!)
then
he goes back to sleep

***


***

I walked off
the
edge of the world
freefall
into dreams

***


***

her imagination
kindled by
grandad's exciting stories
whilst an intrigue of kittens
played at her feet

***


***

weary
clouded eyes
of adulthood
watched
the bright eyed child at play

***

child looked
at adults
arguing
and
she told them to grow up

***

child took
little brother
into garden
and tied rope across garden
to protect them both

***

child held grandad's hand
watching raised soil tunnels
of a movement of moles
out of the sandy soil
heads popped out

***

a sleeping baby
frowning, dreaming, smiling
practising
all
her expressions

***


***

babbling to her toes
she grabs them
sucks them
then
baby sleeps contentedly

***

a china doll
on
the shelf
little tin soldier
hopelessly in love

***


***

on a hoopla stall
at a fairground long ago
child won a goldfish
carried it so carefully
all the way home

***

the child
far away
in the garden at her play
she
does not hear you

***

fragments
of the past
made the child all she was
and
still is today

***

child
read the novels
in her mind
she sought
different lives

***
things in one place
when they're meant to be
in another
mischief
at play

***

the
child
sees with
wise
eyes

***

child's
spirit
flew in feathers
and
still flies now

***

child
let go of brake
of dad's old black austin seven
out of rear window
she watched dad running after car

***


***

her
ears
were wings
she
flew

***

opening
the
door
she
let the future in

***

child
kept her treasures
pebbles, feathers, spent matches
in old
golden virginnia tobacco tin

***


***

three naughty children
ran through the house hiding stuff
ghostly forms vanished

***

an empty room
filled with laughter
three ghost children
then they
slowly fade away

***

old mask
hiding
the face
watching
waiting

***


***

glove puppets
unexpectedly springing up
from down below
depths
of unconscious mind

***

beasts
lurk
in
the forests
of the mind

***

I go to bed
to sleep
but sleep eludes
and wanders
somewhere else

***


***

wondering
searching
in house
with white rooms and stairs
waiting

***

there
is
no whole
only
fragments reassembled


***

gracefully
gliding
through the still calm lake
a
ballet of swans

***


***

marionettes
creatures of the air
dancing and swirling
their feet
barely touching the ground

***

dancing
in
the wind
she
refused broken dreams

***

child
didn't think
in words
she thought
in pictures

***

the pixie ornament
at the front door
had a bow and arrow
stood perfectly still
when any human moved

***


***

told
of the old times
when he carried runestones between worlds
a story telling
of crows

***


***

a few steps
backwards
to find
inner peace
within

***

white unicorn
leaps off story book picture
on to white page
and
wanders unseen

***


***

an enchantment
of nightingales'
melodious song
awoke
a fantasy of unicorns

***

your heart
knows
even
though
no-one sees

***

shadows
flickering
writhing
the gargoyles
waiting to be freed

***

causing havoc
eating wood furniture
in my landlady's house
a pandemonium
of parrots

***

she
hadn't known
what to do
so she dumped the past
in a service station litter bin

***

heavy
velvet curtains
always half drawn
paintings and tapestries
shrouded in cold semi-darkness

***

old
photograph
fading
but
gentle smile still there

***


***

she looked
at
the postmark
and
the words in the letter as they were then

***

watched her sleeping
knew
he had to bid farewell
when she awoke
a letter signed "Prince"

***

the impulse
to ask
a question
when I know
I should not

***

the
truth
depends
on who
is doing the telling

***


***

unfolded slowly
old
brown crumbling newspaper
read the item
ringed with faded pencil

***


***

the past
left behind
with all linked associations
the piece of paper
blank

***

match flame
burns out too fast
leaving candle unlit
time
out of alignment

***

frog's pet peeve
was the lady kept gardening
disturbing his meditations
so he stole key to tool shed
dropped it in deep pond

***


***

the frog
watched
the purple evening sky
he
croaked

***


***

in the sky
seven colours
arched,
a
rainbow

***

when
my soul
was dark
there
was a flash of light

***


***

clouds
are seen
but for a moment
then leave
without trace

***


***

the smiling morning
her rosy fingers
reaching
pushing night
away

***

frozen empty head
fingertips looked
for myself
the footprints
not mine

***

rose briar's shadows
twist
then merge
morph into
fighter aeroplanes

***


***

preyed
on
her mind
and
wouldn't go away

***

black spiders scuttling
on ceiling
walls and floor
then
no spiders at all

***



***

insect
intent
on stinging
yellow and black
motorcycle and rider

***

in
dark archives
of the mind
some
gaudy trinkets

***

options
for
my dreams
some
check boxes

***

pencils
meticulously sharpened
slowly and deliberately to a long fine point
penknife
snapped shut

***

perfectly still
my body
does not exist
only my head
is thinking and creating

***

wandering
through fields of massive windmills
a wind farm
I can't help thinking
of Don Quixote

***

uneven
patchwork quilt
of different ageing greys
an old tarmac
single track road

***


***

as soon as doubt entered my mind
I was on the right road
birds appeared suddenly
they dipped and dived
and led the way

***

climbed and climbed
single track road
no passing places
suddenly
a vastness appeared below

***

exquisite
purple bluebells
shading
under
larch's tender green leaves

***

mountain garden
full of heavenly scents
clouds passing through
occasional droplets of rain
so close to heaven

***

sit on tree trunk
sun breaks through clouds
showering me with warm rays
raindrops
patter gently on my face

***


***

cherry blossom
petals falling
wafting all around
like
blessings from heaven

***

yellow poppies
turning
their heads
to see
gentle misty sun

***

the wind
persuading cherry tree
to part with her pink blossoms
another gust of wind
sends petals scurrying across the grass

***

roses
cascading pink petals
into her heart
infusing
tenderness and love

***

a
sea
of powder blue
forget-me-nots
on top of a mountain

***

the pathless wood
the fallen leaves
crunching underfoot
all returned
to source

***


***

fir trees
dark beneath
their tips so high
they reach
heaven's light sky

***

their singing
rose higher
and higher
an ascension
of larks

***

in the field
the crows'
parliament's decision
death
a murder of crows

***

she walked by herself
into an unused derelict
railway tunnel
many eyes watched her
a cloud of bats took flight


***


***

in their race
to be first
at the rescue
the blaze of dragons
set fire to the countryside

***


***

sunset
slowly
sinking
into
peach satin bedsheets

***

the ghost wind
creeping
round the gravestones
searching
for her name

***



***

lying
in the path
like old rope
a
knot of snakes

***

bracken
the
colour
of
foxes


***



***

following
their mother
as fast as their little legs would allow them
a
paddling of ducks

***

in the woods
under the leaves
the creep of tortoises
advanced
without being seen

***

the forest trees
gently reverberated
with the snoring
of
the wisdom of owls

***



***

careless tread
leaves footprints
everywhere
yet
Imprint of kindness is rarely seen

***

lapwing dived and wheeled, rose and plunged
among the guests
who were all highly entertained
not realising
a desperate mother was trying to protect her nest

***

old paintings
of
stags on highland moors
listening
watching and waiting

***

old
beautiful apple orchard
now neglected
gnarled
lichen covered trees

***

child
borrowed
grandma's tea tray
she slid
down grassy slopes gleefully

***


***

behind loose stone
in old mossy well
in apple orchard
the child
hid her treasures

***

child
gathered
the fern seeds
knew
they made her invisible

***

in grandma's cellars
damp and mossy
with tiny ferns growing
last year's pig hangs
its side green

***

footprints
wearing down
the ancient wayside path
through
all the seasons

***

misty morning
many shades
of grey
softly
blending

***


***

the sun
rose over
deep brooding silence;
the
redened land

***

vivid orange-yellow
autumn coloured path
straight ahead
as far as eye can see
then all is white

***

pebble
thrown in lake
ripples spreading outwards
spreading
a long way

***

on the rowan tree
two blackbirds
communicating
by song
and dance

***

sky
even greyness
a monotone
soft flush of dawn
begins on horizon

***


***

the child
always stared
into the still dark water
on
midsummer's day and watched

***

a
shadow
striding confidently
in
the
light

***

many winding tracks
but
doorway in hill
not
reached by any

***

her
heart
slowly died
the child
whose grave lay nowhere

***

dog
runs through
long grass
many
corn circles

***

waiting at traffic lights
I see blackbird
tugging hard at a worm
lights change to green
I go, bird gets worm

***


***

buddha
sits
facing
a row of
dandelion clocks

***

he looked around
saw he was lonely
so took some clay
moulded it
and breathed life into it

***

walking
the path
with you
the
stranger

***


***

dolphin
swimming
in a
sea
of blue

***

land cries out in pain
poisoned
by pesticides
sea
slowly dies

***

three paths
to choose from
two lead to the dark
the third leads to light
and a cliff top

***

the sea
returned
the child
one day
it would whisper her name

***


***

she
wanted
more time
the sea
gave her answer

***

water's reflection
perfectly
mirrored
the wind
holds her breath

***

a cast of crabs
sidled
along the sea shore
made play
for her toes


***

along
water's edge
reflected lights
twinkle
mysteriously

***

glancing back
she took one last look
dived in green-blue sea
a tail flicked
footprints in sand

***


***

amidst
the oil spill
the shiver of sharks
grew cold
and slowly died

***

at full moon
over the still silent water
dark shadows lay beneath
the wreck of sea birds
echoing the dead sailors' cries

***