I stood beside you, absorbed
Your unique quality, looked
In your direction and
Gave birth to a newness of mind

I see you and all you are
I feel the difference between us
Yet know it is coated in humility
Offering what is real, what is honest
Accepting of you and me

We could walk the same path but
Come to know our own view
Yet we would gain trueness and
Freedom of choice; an exploration
Of another through travelling down
The avenue to inhale.....

The scent of unfamiliar perspective

In full view perched there on the shelf
Decadent as you like, waiting to be owned.

I picked them up, placing them down onto the floor
Knowing they would be too big, the label told me so.
They were it was true.

Scouring the shelves produced only reds,
Blushing and pleading, staring back at me.

For one moment I considered them, but no not my colour.
I try them on briefly, just for size, perfect if only they weren’t
Ripe red.

I flirt with the idea, traipsing around the other outlets to hopefully
Secure the elusive winter white.  There were none at all,
Anywhere, not even red.

Resigned to doing without, I abandoned them.  Although,
I’m secretly hoping they’ll literally ‘pop up’ and appear....

As if by magic, next time.....
And as if by magic my mind was seduced by red..........................

Sitting proudly, granted their invitation to adorn the home they
so longed for, promising to pay up front with bold ripe reds

Take me to a place of rest
Of sweet circumstance with grace
Of shared riverside picnics
Of low hemlines and modesty
Enchanted by a smile
Of gentle persuasion
Of sideways glances to court the dance
Of eyelash flirtatiously fluttered
A peek of ankle to stir the passion
Of the brief touch of skin against skin
Of carriage doors held in style
Of expressions concealed behind
Protective feathers

Take me there …..

Letter me your soul, marked
‘For your soul only’

So to detract others from your soul


Ribbon me your softness, marked
‘For your softness alone’

So to deter others from your softness


Voice me your silken words, uttered
‘For my ears only’

So to prevent others from your silken words


Sing to me your written love song, sung
‘For my heart alone’

So to pierce others from your love song


Love me like no other, loved
‘For me alone and only’

So to disallow others from your love

Get out of the fast lane and .....
   Go moon walking

Mirrors can be a serious matter,
On the other hand crazy fun fair
Mirrors create short legs, long
Legs, fat bodies, thin bodies, wide
Heads, narrow heads.  So, does
Anyone really know what truth
Lies in a mirror?

Shop mirrors enhance the selling
Power, loading us up with their
Projected images.  How many times
A day does the mirror fulfil its
Role profile to a satisfied or
Dissatisfied audience?

It’s a powerful prop and one most
Of us need before we dare the
Outside world.  Creating a mosaic
Around our lives in mirrored
Patterns and multi coloured style,
Choosing one to show off our
Personal taste.

I bet not one home is without!

Shut amid the swell of boredom

Hole in the nose, sparkling adornment
Dye in the hair....a blonde invention
Image altered......still bored
Plenty to do, still bored
Not whilst doing it.....always
But the longing for a bolt hole
Registers, raising its voice to be heard
Yet boredom creeps in, mud spattered steps
Flicking dirt here and there
Clinging sometimes leaving telltale tufts
Staining....can’t wash it out or hide it away

A rash of what you want lands perfectly
Creates a broad grin in anticipation
And no sooner it’s arrived ...well boredom
Rears up grabbing the lead role
You might say ‘be careful what you wish for’
And you might be right...how come...??
Wager the odds on r and r ...v...
Over exposure in the commitment arena
You’d think it would win out
So what’s going on here?

“Boredom”