Day Twenty-Eight - #WoPoWriMo - The Distant Kiss Goodnight

   
I send you now
a kiss goodnight,
to stop your world from turning,
to cast out the demons
and the burning moments
of cold and blinding light,
that shine all across day’s toils
and sharpen the points of night…
like a fox, I creep
through silent snow
in spirit to deliver
a soft, golden glow of comfort and touch
your soul with grace,
fan my wings
like bellows
at your fireplace, and wrap you
in darkness
to forget every chore, as the
ice-moon rises
you have dreams
to explore; lay down now,
quiet,
close the blinds,
shut the door,
I send you serenity, the stars, more…
…and all this only
in a will,
and a wish…
all this only
in a distant kiss
…goodnight.   
    
Seemed fitting for the final day... Goodnight - #WoPoWriMo is complete! :) 

Day Twenty-Seven - #WoPoWriMo - Perfect

   
Who am I to deny now
a magic place you assured me
existed
if I allowed myself blindness
and utterly resisted the urge to reason
rationally.
So I can't draw you from memory - 
in tracing your body remembers me;
every inch; like my own back yard,
what makes you suck your breath
in hard and brings down the darkness 
of devotion
long after the lights go out.
I know what makes you scream
and roar at me,
constrict my breath, and thrash
and beat 
at the metaphorical core of me,
then call on me and beg me
hold you still.
And I know
how we come to forget
with breath in our hair,
on the backs of our necks,
and how we regret - 
and it is enough
to call this
Perfect.
 

Day Twenty-Six - #WoPoWriMo - Keep The Cork

   
They drag me
kicking and screaming
down country lanes,
beside rivers,
to their pumpkin patch.
They lie down on blankets
and drill my head
whilst striking their matches
and lighting their candles
and calling one another to bed,
their hands around my neck.
   
I squeak and squeal with
the pleasure of breathing,
the pain of release,
as they soothe the pressure of my cage
and draw me forth, an ancient cleric,
de-robed and resurrected,
to celebrate their passion.
  
And they fashion new roles, new purposes
for me, where before I would have rested.
Now I am invested in kitchen displays,
or stashed away
in a memory box, to be taken out some day
and gazed upon
by passive children.
     

Day Twenty-Five - #WoPoWriMo - Nothing

    

Drag me down,

where the light fades,

and hide me away; bring me nothing,

nothing,

but a simpler day, as the smoke-screen

unfolds, and curls up

in display, show me dreams as

they dance

with the clouds.

Pass me

a sunbeam on which to ride,

and wrap me in silk

as you lay

by my side, whisper

and murmur,

stroke your voice

on my skin, put down the bright daylight

and welcome night in,

to this,

our sanctum

of elegant grace; keep the world,

I need nothing

but this

sacred space.

     

Day Twenty-Four - #WoPoWriMo - Religion

   

Bring me something like worship,

…I heard it’s Sunday today;

bring me reverence,

abject honour,

in all that you say, 

and do, 

now strip me down

to bare bones,

to be kissed

and caressed 

in ever-dulcet tones of prayer,

where we admire

every inch,

unwrap all my robes, take a candle

and singe my soul 

at an altar of truth; confess, 

and on my knees

I shall worship you, in return,

more beautiful than the light,

pouring oil, or something like it, to

gracefully anoint; 

drink,

consume,

turn true passions

on; and you and I

have religion, made 

all our own.

       

Day Twenty-Three - #WoPoWriMo - Ask No Questions

       

Ask no questions: and you see only lies,

take a pencil,

write the truth,

like diamonds on the sky, sign it

on the clouds as they roll,

and sigh, with the thunder of too-loud

thoughts. A seed of doubt, can rarely be

caught and planted

as a dandelion clock, its pretty head

counts

until the ticking stops

with an answer,

and virtues explained. Too many

quick mistakes

or decisions were made,

too hasty, on all wrong ends of sticks,

too much

half-seen, under pale moonlight;

vexed foundations

of absent bricks. Tread tender in

assumption, walk light in rage,

for every unfinished story has

a missing page, on which heated fire

is born. Turn each, and every leaf 

with care;

be sure

you have seen them all.

     

Day Twenty-Two - #WoPoWriMo - I Came Home To Roses

   

Today I came home

to roses; the sort,

that mended everything, stood glittering

from the table top, as sunlight

on first days

of spring. They were red,

red,

every one,

whispering their promises with silvered

tongues, changing

and bending a delicate one,

who felt as green

as their leaves.

With blooms soft and tender

as lovers speak, somehow I find,

your roses 

leave me weaker than a morning

sky… “Red,

red for love,” you tell me,

-       and I forgive –

“and green, like the colour

of your eyes.”    

    

Day Twenty-One #WoPoWriMo - Time and Tide

      

Like a windmill, time turns,

with the sky on his  back, a million

steps to tread

off a long-beaten

track, walking back and forth

as a moon comes to pass, calling

to all of the day.

He tells me of

sparkling nights again,

in the ‘forever’,

that is held in a palm,

and I have no desire to ever go home,

to the places

I feel less warm. Tonight, I stand,

indefinitely torn,

by want,

and by duty, all the same.

So I climb up the ivory tower,

all the way,

and I hold out my hand at the top.

He lays no rose by the door at all,

and he does not knock;

but I open the windows and I let

in the birds – and singing,

they say every

thing I have heard

in words,

-        - sometimes countless more besides –

but they do not have the strength

left to turn

this ever-rolling

tide.  

   

Day Twenty -#WoPoWriMo - Sparks

    

A miracle

was made today,

as you and I walked, under trees, by

the lake, and as we sat down

in the

rainbow lanes

of light, all colours,

that fell through the leaves. I smiled

away questions,

you asked of me, for truth, and an

honest heart. If only to start,

I swallowed the time

from a silver

pocket watch,

and threw up secrets, into the air,

only you

should ever catch in the shadows

as they lengthened

with the day

and all the comings

of dark…

   

And a miracle

was made

from nothing;

  

…from all…

    
and a tiny spark. 
    

Day Nineteen - #WoPoWriMo - The Heart Thief

Resigned to amazement,

every which way,

destined to watch

and stand stunned

by each

new day, and all the things you encounter,

new challenges faced ,

my smiling pirate

of unexplored seas –

you rock and you roll

and dip

and tease, as birds

in an ecstasy of flight,

causing my marvel,

each wondrous morning,

my glory,

each unexplained night.

I watch you flower,

in moonlight,

through a curtain’s crack,

and you stop your sea-battle just to ask,

how the storm clouds

ever came

to be formed; 

and you shock me always,

with the gems

in your eyes

in the sunlight of a summer dawn.

An angel, an imp, until the light is gone,

kind ghost

amongst evening stars,

my mischievous sprite whilst the fog

is rolling –

I will never

quite know what you are.

For Linsy. xxx 

Day Eighteen - #WoPoWriMo - A Woodland Tale

   

That hole in the sky, will close some day,

some wholly inconvenient

way, as we wander

on a woodland path;

one that winds as dragons pass,

and cry fire

into morning air; one that leads

to everywhere, and nowhere

all at once,

with a toll gate that charges

in fingers

and thumbs and a cow

that jumps over the moon – we will have

our fairytale,

me

and you,

if the story

takes the rest of our time,

every sweet on the candy-trail

was laid to find, and light

our merry walk,

and we will stop

and savour them all, we have forever

left

to talk.

Day Seventeen - #WoPoWriMo - Listen

   

You and I,

we listen,

well,

some days, on others

when rainbows

seem all

the same, we hide,

where our colours can blend;

we stitch the clouds

as nature

intends, all black,

and grey as the morning

light bends,

through the

shadows, and the rain

comes to pass.

Then you and I lie still

and ask

all manner of impossible things,

like diamond futures and fairy

rings, we do not yet

have rights to own. But we call

them dreams,

and sleep them off,

to tomorrow-year, and know,

all to the ticking of the clock –

we have found

a place we call home.

Day Sixteen - #WoPoWriMo - Tomorrow

   

Tomorrow,

we will go walking,

you and I,

by the water, under brave old skies,

we will walk

and watch

the cotton-wool clouds, as they gather,

rolling by

in a instant,

a moment of grace,

and I will call it a talisman

to keep

you safe, when the diamonds

and sapphires

all fall from the heavens,

you and I will compound

a meeting

of elevens as our foreheads

touch over lunch -

and the daisies

and buttercups

all held and bunched, together,

will make a fist

of never,

and all the leaves

of February

will be cradled

as if they meant

‘forever’.

Day Fifteen - #WoPowriMo - Testimony

I walked

past the church today,

bells all ringing

as they cast me away; said: ‘nothing

–      - go roll in your dust’. And I wondered

if maybe

my wander-lust and the stars,

through branches,

had caught up with me.

I swallowed my scars,

and wondered, on you,

all effervescent light,

as the world came down around me,

and claimed a shimmering

night of passion

and a glorious flame,

as I fell to my knees and howled

your name amongst angels

and dragons

of rust;

my shackles all powdered

and turned to

dust, in an instant, when I felt waning

mistrust,

and you lay down beside me and told

me a tale;

your heart,

your soul,

were not for

sale, in a cross-winter wind.

You were only just

biding your time,

and waiting

for life

to begin. 

Day Fourteen - #WoPoWriMo - Untitled

...because there are no words really...

than water spirits
you and I are no better
we are but one fool
a lone moon in a sky sugared with
far too many sweet stars
but this is the summer of our love, my king,
and they will not take it,
for if mad-men laugh at us
yet will we go dancing in the spring grass
and along the beautiful byways of lust
to the daylight of heaven
and the diamond paradise
of the night that calls us.

Day Thirteen - #WoPoWriMo - Roulette

Show me a Russian roulette of breeze,

confetti tumbling from skeleton trees, a dark

wonderland of the winter freeze and a stretching

necklace of red;

winking and blinking up

ahead, to light

all my yellow brick road…

Let me follow

bright sugar-drops,

all the way home, like a fabled,

breadcrumb trail;

and tell me then, a

snow-queen tale, as I turn

Fortune’s fragile wheel.

   Ice-encrusted, it melts to reveal, awesome

moments of sharpened

breath; and I look back

and forth

at depths

of tomorrow,

and tomorrow, 
all at once,

   

as fallen stars creep up on me,

and whisper,

they were there all along. 

Day Twelve - #WoPoWriMo - Lullaby for the Blind

   
Watch over me,
like a star-lit moon;
for today has crept up, long and blue, as a
deep-sea moment,
of forever.

Sit by me
and bind and tether, my chains,
to all the dashing rocks.
Ask this incessant,
wild pounding,
to stop, and free me
to walk
with the wind.

Lay all
your warmth on me,
and whisper;
sing a lullaby -
populate
an overcrowded sky
with sugar-jewels,
all in a row.

Better still,
refute it all;
and say it isn't so.
 

Day Eleven: #WoPoWriMo - Holes

   

Holes in today, no holes in tomorrow;

a gentle belonging

like summer’s black swallows, that dips

and dives

into the depths of souls,

swoops and tumbles,

claims and owns, a heart,

and a time, all at once.

Tomorrow’s wonder,

is not yet begun, though there borders

true feeling,

and devotions, in this touch,

and to want

and to be

is often too much like a ribbon

that ties and holds.

Not this time,

just a moment,

that bends and

folds, amongst the steps of a

long-trodden quest, following footprints;

through sand;

on a rocky shore ,

to the shell-arms of happiness. 

     

Day Ten: #WoPoWriMo - Box in the Attic

    

You spoke to me today, 

through the scent of the dust, 

and the mothballs

in a long-closed

box; you spoke and the words

flew across

the years, like the wings of grey doves -

they wrapped and consumed me

in memories of love; unconditional; and a deep

summer haze. They smelled of the moss

that adorned and glazed

the lawn

in your garden of roses, and recalled

sugared pies and daisy-chain 

posies, picked and planted

in an egg-cup display;

they remembered all that was given

and taken away, under a precautious

strawberry-sun. It seemed I blinked,

one afternoon,

and you were gone;

climbed peeling paint 

of old stone stairs;

barely above 

the height of my knee,

just to find, 
you were no longer there.
     
I opened a box in the attic today - it smelled of my Great-Grandma's house. I hadn't breathed in that scent in twenty-four years... :) 
  

Day Nine: #WoPoWriMo - Unnecessary Words

    

Say nothing on things

that don’t need words – a thousand

lessons leave

a million things to learn, and we are

only,

just

watching the world turn and

be born anew, under a soft-grey sky.

Forget these glass hearts, and

tuneless

lullabies; the gap filled

by a dying rose; forget all the truths

we have failed to expose,

- tomorrow

is another day.

Say nothing, 

only turn this way, and grow older:

let’s get crows’ feet of bliss...

Unnecessary words

don’t speak, 

with the voice,

of an essential kiss.