I am happier
With papier
(pardon my French!)

The sea
Came gushing in
Like stampeding
Wild horses
Their manes
Caught in the chill wind
Like the surf
Then like ghosts
Vanished Into the mists
These were soon followed
By more horses
Rearing up
With the crashing tides
And these too
Would disappear
And so it continued
I remained, transfixed
By these apparitions
Until finally
There was one
That had a silvery horn
I expected that this too
Would go the same way
As all the others
Its mane
White as the surf
As it stepped upon the beach
Then trotted towards me
Its muscles rippling
Its eyes
As blue as the ocean
Glanced over at me
As though
It had sought me out
As i stood
Amongst the dunes
I rubbed my eyes
As though
To erase
This strange vision
Within moments
The Unicorn stood beside me
It then knelt down
As if gesturing
For me to mount it
I was soon astride
And holding firm
Clasping onto its salty mane
As we galloped along
This desolate
Wind swept beach
I did not question
This strange reality
Simply relishing
This strange moment
The Unicorn
Suddenly banked
And returned towards the sea
Into the crashing waves
As i was returned
To the ocean
My silent sirens call
Had been heard
As the horn of the Unicorn
Glistened
In the magical moonlight

by Jemia

When questioned
On the future
Of humanity
I simply cried
And spoke my own truth
What future?
Holes are dug
And then dug deeper
Then the deeper they are dug
The more humanity
Is ******
So basically
Humanity
Has no future
As the powers that be
Are to ******* stupid
And focused on their bank balances
To face
The reality of this
As this reality
Falls
On deaf ears
And blinkered vision

by Jemia

I once
Knew a girl
Called
Siv
I asked
If she wanted
To play
She replied
"Yes please!"
"Thank you,
"S'il vous plait
Thankfully
She was
Merciful

by Jemia

Antiquated hypocrisy, and historical echoes
Petty politicians, and ludicrous lords
Where they come from, who really knows
But they are oft crossing, angry, bitter swords

In reality, nothing much has changed
Future prospects, await in vain
As man, and nature, become estranged
A nation's pride, is on the wane

Great expectations, of hope, and glory
A scepter'd isle, now septic
Omnipresent hope, a fictional story?
And the doubting words of a sceptic

Unemployed multitudes, in discontented scorn
Political bias, and alien lies
Empty promises, hand-on heart sworn
Plenty of words, but are they ever wise?

As a new year now approaches
With mirrored contemplation, of ages past
Britain's grated kingdom, no longer encroaches
Distant lands, now free at last

Britannic waves, no longer ruled
Churchillian beaches, no longer fought on
Shakespearean isles, no longer bejewelled
Long gone are martyrs, like St Alban

by Jemia

The Blackberries
Some hung forlornly
Off withering branches
The others , meanwhile
Hung heavy after
September deluges
Some
Ripe, and ready
For the picking
Others fallen into the long grass
And still more
Decayed, yet still attached
To their mother
The rest
Not quite yet ready
I gathered those
that fell easily into my eager fingers
My right hand
Now blooded, and reddened
By the flowing ripeness
I shall feast tonight
On their succulence
As my tastebuds
Moisten
Like early morning dew
In anticipation
Awaiting
My Blackberry tongue

by Jemia

The
Scratching
Pennies
Of
A
Poet
Pauper

by Jemia

A HOLIDAY ROMANCE
If there was but time
I could admire you for an eternity
You are like a flame
That will always flicker in my heart
Caught in the breezes
Of my every breath
As your sweet and gentle lips
Awaken my soul
I will always remember you

The trees
So tall, and heroic
Reached high, to the skies
And below, to their graves
Stretching out, sprawling
Their elegant limbs, as if yawning
Awash with their emerald leaves
That glitter, in the dew of morning
With a decent nobility
They cleansed our breath of life
Watched over us
Nourished, and fed us
Nurturing this earth
On which we dwell
Our guardian angels
And we sent them to hell
We burn’t them, and cut them
And axed them to shreds
We effectively, cut off their arms
Then chopped off their heads
We buried them
Beneath tarmac, and concrete
Building motorways, and houses
as tombstones above their graves
The copses, are now corpses
Of a once beautiful rotting death
Their elegant magnificence
That once cleansed our breath
by Jemia

9:30am i leave my house
And quiet, as a mouse
Wearing clogs!
I head towards the park
Clip clopping
My boots, like horses hooves
(Heels need a cobblers touch
but i fear, it would cost to much!)
5 or so minutes later
I step
Down several steps
Into the park
And it is like
I've entered a portal
Into paradise
Within a moment
The beautiful nature
Is all around me
Birds, bees, and butterflies
Float, on a soft zephyr breeze
As i commence my walk
Guided by the trees
And a myriad of colours
As if borne of an artists palette
Framed by the blue azure sky
And the shadowed blue-green pools
Dappled by the reflective sky
And rippling waters
This Utopean paradise
With an undulating beauty
Oft takes my breath away
As i drown in its magnificence
And the calming serene tranquility
Within this tapestry of wonders!

by Jemia

I need a wee!
A wee what?
A oui?
No!
A wee!
Nein!
No, not nein!
Non!
Just one small ***!
Petite pois?
No!
Nein!
No, just one wee
Ah, wee!
Nein!
Non?
No!
A wee!
A oui?
Yes thanks!
Merci!
No mercy needed!
Danke?
Only on a tuesday!
Quoi?
What?
Look!
I'm simply going for a ****!
For nein pous?
Bye!
Those English!
Very strange!
Oui!
Ja!
Och!

by Jemia

Today, on top of
The moans
And groans
And grumbles
And mumbles
I cogitated
And considered
How much Ketchup
Is wasted globally
Each year
From the remaining dregs
In each, and every bottle
From approximately 800 million
Produced each year
I estimated the equivalent of
20 million were wasted
And out of all the 14 billion sachets
Yes billion! about one third of a billion
Were wasted (kind of wishing i was feeling wasted!)
Again through left over dregs
How very saucy
And a touch inane
Hard to Ketch up with
Without a condiment
Me go now....!
by Jemia

The grass grows greener
On the other side
As me, and a former bowling green
No longer have any bowls to hide

Now completely bowl-less, and free
Surrounded by many a beautiful tree
There are no stumps!
In this wonderful surreality

And amongst these fine bowers
Grows a multitude of flowers
Where i pirouette with the fairies
For hours, and hours, and hours

As the smiling humorous sun
Watches on with great fun
Then moons, at the moon
And spun, and spun, and spun
As everyone
Was bowled over

by Jemia

And so i'm now sixty-four
What did i achieve
I look back in time
And learnt how to grieve

I grieve for the living
I grieve for the dead
I grieve for the loss of love
And grieve for things unsaid

I grieve for the loss of humanity
And the brutality of this race
I grieve for the insanity
And the loss of a loving embrace

I grieve for all the abused children
And their mothers who have died in vain
And the multitude of starving millions
And for those that feel this pain

I grieve for the state of the environment
And a climate that wont be changed
I grieve with the reality of it all
That our future lies in the hands of the deranged

Who believe their wealth will save them
When the planet finally falls apart
I grieve for their ignorance
And i grieve for my broken heart
by Jemia

How big
And small
This planet is
We are not much more
Than a grain of sand
On the empty beaches
Of infinity

by Jemia

In the deep blue
Sargasso Sea
A new mutation
How come to be

Young turtles swimming
Freely, above the tide
Now carry a new mutation
That can't be denied

These young heroic innocents
With a love for ginger
Have picked up a virus
That turned them Ninja

by Jemia

I was told i could write
About anyTHING
But noTHING came to mind
Although someTHING
About noTHING
Was really hard to find
I tried to think
Of an anagram
It took me all the NIGHT
But despite a bit of sleuTHING
I couldn't get it right
I couldn't think of anyTHING
Or think of THINGS related
My heads' run out of words to write
And ive ended up constipated
It's a sheep in wolves cloTHING THING
Baaaa!

by JemiaTHING

I awoke this morning,
With the following thoughts:
Thinking Outside The Box:
Funny how we all live on this big giant circle
But dwell within squares, or oblongs
Yet when we come across small circles
We're inclined to
kick it,
Head it,
Throw it,
Or hit it with something
I wonder what shape infinity could be
Or am i simply talking a lot of *****.....?🙃🦋

by Jemia

As i lie
On the periphery
Of surrealism
Sleep beckons me
My eyelids
Like hoods
Grow heavy
As i metaphorically
Buckle myself up
Ready
For my next journey
Into unknown worlds
Falling into portholes
Floating into empty space
As my brain
Short circuits
Into another dimension
And sparks into
Another version
Of another me
Although most of my travels
Are nightmarish
Tis a funny thing
That ive kissed
About six women
In six years
Whilst in dreamworld
But only one
In that same time
In real life
I wonder id we dream
When we die?

by Jemia

I crash
As i tumble
And crumble
Like Tumbleweed
Floating
On the air
Drifting
Without a care
Rolling
With the wind
Free as a bird
Within a cage
No rage
But doubt
Will i ever
Get out?

by Jemia

Brain Strain!
i once tried to imagine myself with intellect,
but i have enough trouble with the internet
i don't need anything to kerfuffle, or befuddle me more
perish the thought, it would make my brain sore!
by Jemia 😏🙃🙄

another night
lying in my bed
looking to another day
no different
to the last
the day before
the week before
the month before….
and everyday
becomes the same
doing the same ‘stuff’
but ‘mixing’ it up
same thing
just different order
today, on text
a friend helped me
today, on the phone
i helped a friend
didn’t see anyone though
they are my invisible friends
i ****** as usual
i cooked
i ate
i washed up
and washed my hands
my hands are now dry
my hands are dry, from washing
ironic
iv’e got dry skin
from being to wet
i did some arty stuff
and iv’e written this
and now i’m off to sleep again
to face another day of the same
i seriously miss my daughter
goodnight/morning

2:47 a.m. by Jemia

They lay
In neat little rows
All connected
Veins exposed
Like choirs
In an emerald green
As they began
To sing, and dance
Shimmering, and rustling
Guided by the breeze
Susurrations
Psithurisms
Create the music
Of the emeralds
Gently caressing each other
Briefly
Like a stolen kiss
As they sing
Swish, swish
The wind dies down
The emeralds, fall still
Now silent
Amongst the branches
And aching limbs

by Jemia

Pro's
LOVE!!!!!
Unity
Harmony
Bliss
Great ***?
Love is blind (at first)
Beauty is only skin deep
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
(get it out with optrex)
And if the bed collapses
I'll see you in the Spring
Con's
love....
End of Honeymoon period
Excessive wind?
Excessive snoring?
Messier than yourself?
Tidier than yourself?
Picky?
Financial implications?
FAR RIGHT
FAR LEFT
RELIGIOUS EXTREMIST
NARCISSISTIC
COERSIVE
BIGOTTED
RACIST
SEXIST
XENOPHOBE
­BULLY
DISLOYAL
CONSPIRACY THEORIST
None of the above?
Then there is hope!

by Jemia

When i was younger
I was told
I was one eighth
Scottish
Ive spent
Over fifty years
Trying to discover
The whereabouts
Of this Scottish part of me
And not knowing
Whether, or not
It may of been removed
When i had my
Gender reassignment surgery
Tossed a few cabers
Enjoyed some haggis
Worn a few kilts
(Don't like whisky)
Taken a few, high, and low roads
Semi resillient to cold weather
Hair is red (copper dyed)
And love unicorns
Can't remember which clan
But it was a dark green tartan
And lastly
Possess a certificate
That declared
That i was
A Scottish Laird!
(ps: I'm now a Lady of the Lakes! got a certificate for that too!)

by Jemia

Averse

If i write
A bad poem
I don't throw it
All away
As all it was
Is the birth
Of a good idea
That went into
Disarray

by Jemia

I always thought
That if the world
Was about to come
To an abrupt end
By whatever means
Be it climate change
World war three
Or a wayward asteroid from space
That i would be ready
As i had planned
To stick my head
Between my legs
And kiss my ****
Goodbye
Unfortunately
Now
I hadn't allowed for me
Developing
Coming down with
Sciatica
Which kind of makes
Sticking my head between my legs
Or anyone's else for that matter
To painful
So it somewhat scuppers that plan
Plan B
................
I have no plan B

by Jemia

They came
From far, and wide
Flying over
Hills, and dales
And mountains as well
Breathing fire
Apart from one
Called *****
His flame
Had left him
Eons ago
It was said
That he'd been doused
Whilst aroused
And lost his fire
Some thought he had
Snuffed it, and was now dead
His real name was Fred
But he had lost his fire
Not his life
Whilst frolicking
With an old flame
But now remains
Burn't out, of any desire
Seeking out the flame
Without the fire
Then before him
Appeared the most beautiful
Of dragon beauties
She was certainly a cutey
Her gorgeous purple scaly skin
And bloodshot red eyes
Left him to mesmerise
And much to his surprise
He felt
He was gently being rekindled
He quaffs more firewater
His dead eyes
Now all ablaze
He ***** his wings
With great vigour
The lady dragon smiles
As she winks
With one of her **** scaly eyelids
Fred bows down
As he feels
Fresh fire fill his lungs
Then in a moment
Of great expectation
He opens his mouth
To emit his flame of desire
Sadly, and tragically
All that comes out
Is a small
Puff of smoke
The lady dragon
For one brief moment
A tiny hint of sympathy
Flashes across
Her now jaded green eyes
She then flies of
Towards a blood red moon
Leaving *****
In disarray
For his next birthday
The lady dragon returns
Bearing a gift
Of a box of matches
As she relights
His lost flame
Sometimes relationships
Just need that little spark!

by Jemia

A flattering butterfly
Fluttered close on by
Asked me, as it flapped, and flew
"Where are your wings?"
"I wish i knew!"
"But when they grow
I'll let you know"
"And we can fly together
Over the meadows so"

by Jemia

We lay there
Like ripening Camembert
With our most gorgeous
And seductive smiles
And our 'come on' eyes
Twinkling temptations
In deep anticipation
We melted
Into a river
Of pleasure
We screamed
As we streamed
As we dreamed
Our delight
Was now a deluge
In full flow
The Cherry Blossom
In full bloom
Blew along
As a gentle zephyr breeze
Caressed our supple thighs
Seductive
As as soft serenade
Whilst our hearts
Were on fire
Soon
We became like
The ebb tide
Running through the shingle
Calmly embraced
As our soft, and tender lips
Were lost in a sweet
And gentle
Kissing caress
Happy, in our happiness

by Jemia

It's 2.22 in the morning
Another new day is dawning
It may be wet, dry, windy, sunny, weather
It is what it is, whatever

I may walk, talk, or keep quiet
But then again, start a riot
I may also, burp, ****, or blush
Either way, i'm not in a rush

I may get up early, or sleep in
Or overeat, and drink loads of gin
I may shout, laugh, or cry
Just don't ask, as i don't know why

I may go for a walk, or stay indoors
Or get involved, in a pointless cause
Or fly to the moon, and scratch my nose
Or wink at a butterfly, or twinkle my toes

I could climb a tree, as high as can be
And close my eyes, so i don't even see
Or write a long poem, for no rhyme, or reason
Or start a revolution, and try a little treason

In all probability, and in actual fact
I'll keep my cool, or over-react
I'll close my eyes, and try not to sleep
And hope my dreams, aren't to deep

Whatever happens, or perhaps not
I'll give what i'll give, and take what iv'e got
And although things, are not what they seem
I'll lose myself, in another daydream
by Jemia

The mosaic gold Daffodils
Hang loose, and limp
Ramshackled
Dishevelled
As they droop
Disdainfully
Towards their destiny
Yet their spark of life
Remains beautiful
Echoing their former glory
Still adorned
With their outer tunics
Like pale veils of harmony
Drawn back
Over limp green shoots
The now dying 'Daffs'
Lie, within a mosaic vase of complexities
Of Egyptian Blue's
Crimson Red's
And Verdigris Green's
Creating a tapestry
Of a primary delight

by Jemia

I'm hoping that someone will adopt me
That will easily get totally smitten
I'll warm your laps, and purr alot
And act just like a kitten

Also, i don't go hunting wildlife
And i am afraid of dogs
I'm also very well house trained
I am the cleanest of mogs

I keep my claws unsharpened
I have no tail, like a Manx
Feed me plenty of Salmon
I'll meow an eternity of thanks

I never rub my *** on the carpet
Nor bury my poo on the lawn
But may spend all night mating
From dusk, right through, till dawn

So i'm looking for someone to adopt me
And accept me for who i am
A philosophical furball coughing *****
I purr, there fur, i Siam!
by Jemia

Today, it snowed
Soft, ******, drifting snow
Pure, white, cleansing flakes
Floating softly downwards
And sidewards
Twirling, and swirling
A light coating on twigs
Branches, leaves, stone walls
Concrete, me
And earth
It appears no more
Than a passing flurry
The first snow
Ive witnessed
For several years
Ive missed it's innocence
Yet still remember
This beauty
Can still be a beast
by Jemia

A mostly good day
And evening
A triad
Of Christmas reasoning

The first, i invited a friend
I cooked an Christmas dinner
It came together
Nice meal, that wouldn't make us thinner!

Then the zoom
Christmas charity blast
Had fun with a quiz
In which i came last!

Then whisked myself off in a taxi
For more fun, and frolics
To the acting shebang xmas do
Smoked a joint en route, then talked *******!

It's now gone 3am
In the morn
Recovered my head
From a passing unicorn......

by Jemia

Ghosts, and shadows
From the quiet solitude
Of music, and poetry
To elsewhere
Where the hussle, and bussle
Cheer, and laughter
Of a busy bar
Vibrant, and alive
Delaying
The silent death
Currently residing
Within my soul
Which i can try to allay
For at least another day
Tomorrow never comes
Unless i let it
Meanwhile
I shall drift off
Into another portal
Another parallel world
An alternative universe
And see where
The wormholes of destiny
Take me
Perhaps
I'll end up
On that strange
Surreal planet
Called Earth

by Jemia

The table, engrained still life
Had a petrified heart, turned to stone
Etched oaken memories, of rooted love
Tantalysing zephyr pleasures, long gone
Arthritic dreams, decayed with age
Brittle rage, at emerald love forsaken
Lain naked, then stripped bare
Elderly severed roots, from their mother taken

Try as i might
I cannot seem to escape this world
This mortal coil of mine
Is caught in an ever tightening knot

I feel strangled
Simply on the whim of others
I wish to freely fly
But my wings remain clipped

Destiny, lies destitute
Landlocked, and lingering
As fragile
As a whispering cloud

I look to the night sky
But the stars merely blink
And say nothing
They are already ghosts

The oceans, ebb, and flow
Shift, in the sands of time
Hide behind
Their lunar (e)motions

A heart beat, slows
Forlorn, forgotten
A broken shell
A grain of sand
Always shifting

by Jemia

Robins are Puckish
Eternally red-breasted
Delivering hope

Bury the dead with leaves
Red-breasted Robins in myth
Estranged hero, folk-lore

Are positive sign
Symbolises renewal
Thoughts of lost love, lurks

by Jemia

Oh i wonder
Where you are
Old spectacles of mine?
Have you fallen down a well?
Or where the sun
Does not shine?
Without your presence
How am i expected
To possess any vision
To peruse a book
Read a sign
Or watch some television
Oh i do wonder
Where you are
Old spectacles of mine
Although ive now put on my new ones
And they are absolutely fine!

by Jemia

Heaving lungs, hay feverish watery eyes
As asthmatic curses, reveal the hayseeds rustic charms
Youths in hayfields, under blazing cloudless skies
With itchy, hay-mottled, sun burnt arms
In the evening,the haymaker's drunkedly dance the hay
Remains of the haybox, now eaten away as...
Evening beckons, to make hay of the day.

Just watched a documentary
About the 1980's threat of nuclear war
Of the valliant women of Greenham Common
I remember the fear, when i was aged 24

I remember this fear so easily
As i remembered the same in the 1960's as well
I remembered also, images of Hiroshima, and Nagazaki
I remembered nightmares aged 10 of hell

I remember the fear, of mutually assured destruction
I believed it could happen at any time
As ive witnessed the actions of men in power
That seem to think genocide, isn't a crime

And as they push their 'starting' buttons
And watch their exploding penises fly high
Seemingly switched off, from all reality
As death, like rain, falls from the sky

It's funny how mushrooms grow
Kept in the dark, and fed will *******
The nuclear pox is contagious
There are no vaccinations for it

by Jemia

One early misty morning
Down a lonely country walk
I nearly came face, to face
With a slightly crazed looking
Young bullock
I took flight over a fence
And climbed part way up
A small tree
Clinging on for dear life
Watching
As the bullock
First kicked up some earth
Then roared, and bellowed madly
Whilst rearing up
But thankfully
Charged away from me
And after a short while
It's bellows were lost in the distance
I took heart
And nervously clamboured down
From my perch up the tree
The mist
Rather than lifting
With the onset of morning
Had thickened
And i realised
That i was completely lost
And could not even find the path
That had brought me here
So was completely disorientated
I heard a loud shriek
That set my heart racing
But i suspected, and hoped
That it was no more than a fox
Then to my horror
I could hear the bellows again
And the pounding hoofs of the bullock
Seemingly drawing closer
But such was the density
Of the now swirling mist
I was uncertain
As there seemed to be shadows
Everywhere
Like i was in a land
Of ghosts
I quickly decided
To seek out another tree
And climbed the first one i found
I checked my phone
And saw that it was now 10:37am
So i had only been here just over an hour
My phone was basic
And had no clever functions
Such as sat nav
But a good battery life
with little credit
And had no idea who to call
As i was feeling quite foolish
And couldn't remember the name of where i was
But then noticed i had no reception anyway
And just at that point
I could vaguely make out

The wild trees gather
And susserrate
Heaving hearing woodland
Nestling birds
Rested high
Chirp, with agitated serenades
As men with chainsaws, approach
Causing a psithurism
As trees tremble
Leaves, rustling fear
At the approaching, oncoming slaughter
A soft zephyr, meanwhile
Proffers a gentle caress
in an inane act of love
As screaming chainsaws
Cut into woody flesh
Silencing the trees
Soon a fluttering
Wings abandon
Unborn young
As their homes
Are massacred
by Jemia

Strange
That William Shakespeares' birthday
Should also be his death day (allegedly)
His birthday present
Was also his birthday past
Unlike his writings
Which will live, and last

by Jemia

The wild dragon
Drew a dragons breath
Gazing at the dark grey sky
Opened its wings, and began to fly

Silently, it soared
Its gilded golden wings
Gliding with the breeze
A hungry flight, she couldn't appease

She cut through the clouds
To seek out the sun
Camouflaged, by her golden glow
Breathing out, a rekindled firey flow

As her torched, and torturous body
Now invigorated, she flew back to her cave
Within her concave eyes, lay a tapestry, of deep blue hues
As flames, from her ochre pastel tongue, grew

This fire, melted the gold within
This golden syrup, swamped over the jewels
The dragon leapt into this colourful mire
Which stuck to her golden scales, as she breathed out more fire

She climbed out of this river, of jewels, and gold
Now laden with emeralds, blue, and red diamonds rubies, and sapphires
Then sat upon her golden dragon throne
Now completely attired, and completely alone

Her golden tears, like a flowing brook
Were like the pages, of an unwritten tome
She wept, in the silence of the night
A sad, and tragic, yet beautiful sight

She abandoned her chambers, her hallowed, yet hollow hall
Venturing out, into the soft quietness
Lifting up her wings, ready to fly
When she saw a purple dragon pass her bye

She called to this dragon, with a dragons voice
An echoing silence, under a now still, cloudless moon
The purple dragon, heard her call, and flew to her side
They spoke for an eternity, where time was denied

They shared tales, of centuries now passed
As she spoke, the purple dragon, changed colour, into red
They lifted their wings, and flew into the night
Into a different realm, no longer in site

Long gone now, the two dragons
Other than a golden egg, within an empty cave
Vanished dragons, not vanquished, a left over dream
The egg cracked open, and out stepped a dragon, a beautiful cream

by Jemia

I lay accused
Of much saucy sorcery
A comique travesty
Of injustice
Of lying with a mate
Of a wiccan witch
My plea lay before me
And yaye
Verily didst i say
He limply didst try
To have his way
And much awkwardness
Dids't follow
But i was much revolted
And disinclined to enjoy
As i was not the type
To have such sauciness
With any kind of boy
As he limply did
Try to lay
But was unable
Under such a fine table
To put on
Any kind of display
Where-in his goodly wife interjected
And saying i spoke troth
As he was so oft
To try any available broth
Where-in he was put in stocks
And was allowed
To keep on his socks
And i was duly cleared at the bench
And thereafter had frolics
With his goodly wiccan *****
For we were both thesbians
Or something of that ilk
And shared many a moment
Of curdling our milk

by Jemia

The only sounds
That i desire
Are the silent sighs
Of butterflies

by Jemia

Clair De Lune
Light of the Moon
Under which lies,a place of magical enchantment
As the land of Fae, dance, and play

Wolves howl, as creatures of the night prowl
Treading softly, as a strange tranquility
And alluring essence
Captures this curious beauty

The mind drifts off, as oft it drifts
To a far flung world
As the gentle effervescent glow of the moon
Leaves a strange secret sparkle, hidden within the eyes

Thoughts transcend, never end
That ripple, through curious imaginings
As a different world unfurls
where girls will be boys, and boys will be girls

As moths madly pirouette, in this deepening glow
Lost in a frantic madness
As the immitation of the moonlight
Of lanterns, offer a ghostly attraction

Sweet sister moon, you agitate the mind
And move everything on your twin
Yet offer, and proffer, a strange tranquility
Ive loved you since my birth
by Jemia

Last night
Whilst awaiting sleep
Thinking of dreams
I would'st not keep
The moon shone brightly
In the ink black sky
As moths, then fairies
Fluttered on by
My sensual sensitivities
That had remained unspoken
By the moonlight, and magic
Were gently awoken
I then sensed the presence
Of the fruit moon princess
She kissed me gently
As she began to undress
Her enchanting smile
And all knowing eyes
Reached into my soul
As she gently caressed my thighs
Writhing with pleasure
We were moving as one
Like beautiful echoes
Of a true love song
As our flickering tongues
Found new depths of delight
We were thus beautifully entwined
For the rest of the night
The fruit moon soon waned
At the dawn of the day
As i drifted off to dreamland
As my beautiful princess, faded away

by Jemia