Monday, 20 February 2012

02 - 2012

Margaret Price née Bailey


I remember Margaret.
From an early age in Kingsteignton
When hay was made in the old way.
The road men had a green shed on wheels
towed by a shiny green steamroller.
The nightwatchman had red lamps
to tend at the cross roads.
Other men of the road were tramps.



I remember Margaret
She had a tortoise and a pond with gold fish
and When happy which was often
her warm laughter tumbled, fluctuated
like golden leaves falling though sunlight.
She drove a pale green Austin car
over unadopted bumpy roads.



I remember Margaret
Her father, he embarrassed me
asking - My intentions to his daughter
An awkward question when you are 7
and she of twenty-four or five
I shared my philately plus chocolate
while listening to her laughter!



I remember Margaret
especially now for no more will
her chuckle ring alive in my ear
Serve only in memory.
Rest in peace my dear
Jan 3rd 1926 - Feb 6th 2012

Wednesday, 25 January 2012

01 -2012

My Inheritance.


A wild wet wind ravages this January night
and legs sore from excema rage as a simile.
Herbal remedies bitter sweet I drink and think
to swallow down and liken as a new raw whisky.


In this battle I cannot complain of newness
and Yet there is a rant about cruel inheritance
Of genes distorted from twisted forebears,
that cause sleeping fingers to tear skin.


I weep not, nor pray for the lost long dead.
For these words are part of my cleansing,
a ridding from the liver to be emptied and
To be torn away by January's strong storm.


© MRL 25 - 01- 2012

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

2011-5

A Lover 

In eastern sky a flame cherry orange-red 
sends thin fingers to slowly caress a dark silhouette
Reaching across tree tops, pinnacles of mounds, 
plains and hill sides of deep moist valleys
A gradual warming is released, 
sending a distinctive perfume to kiss
as a warm breath on a lovers cheek.
For dawn is bright light
and a Lover has returned
to she who is Great Mother.
His potent gift is all 
hers to have 
to bear 
fruit on earth.


©MRL  22-11-11

Friday, 11 November 2011

2011-4

In War.

Lie poor boys the dead of both sides
who gave all
profit to ammunition manufacturers.

©MRL 11-11- 2011

(composed on the anniversary of my late mothers birthday)


Wednesday, 9 November 2011

2011-3

On Samhain' Eve
a fire burned and candles flamed
under a waxing moon in a starlit sky.
Walked a single silent file of druids
thrice around a standing stone
each round a blade of the awen.
Forward then to a ritual home
breasted by elder,rowan and oak
a sacred circle awaited secrets.
Each hooded figure called
across the winds of time
ancestors, gods and fae folk
to bring their speciality
wisdom, history and humour
with old tales now forgotten
of mystery and magic.
The ancient ones live on
alive in their memory
they wander to imbue the land
and through the veil inspire
open minds with gifts.

(Let this then be a tribute!)

©MRL 08-11- 2011

Monday, 24 October 2011

2011 - 2


Strong She Wind

A southern strong She wind sings through trees
her decibels of inflexion vary as air pressure surges
I am infatuated by her elastic energy that combs
plucks leaves from treetops to prance as confetti


Her rhythm dictates our wedding dance
restful now she stirs a slight breeze
soft as silk with a rustle of satin
to subtlety caress gentle tears of joy


Stillness within her centre
restfulness peace
stationary air bides
a sublime quietness


Now!
Her strength of passion orchestrates
movements designed to hungrily probe
blow, fan without reserve to salivate
an orgasmic crescendo of lust.


© MRL 23-10-2011


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Wednesday, 14 September 2011

2011 -



Old Ways

In our dreams.
We soften often old rustic life.
to live under a cosy thatch,
drink water from a spring well,
warmed by log fires
bake bread on hearth,
sit with doors unlatched
scratch pictures on frosted glass
And never mind the Rats!

©MRL 19 - 09 - 2011



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A Birthday Greeting to a Lady Lawyer

May the sunlight glisten in your hair
bringing warmth to your heart;
let the moonlight bathe you
with gentle caresses
and the starlight
put twinkles in your eyes.


© MRL 13- 09 - 2011