Silk fringes reach the ground
tatty scarlet threads
of splendour past
still shimmer
in the light
Blood red poppies
on a field of night
draped on shoulders
not so young
yet younger than the shawl
the slippery silken swathe
escapes her grasp
sighs in it’s journey
to the waiting floor
and gathers at her feet
Firelight paints her body
with crimson blossoms
shadows night dark
caress the curves
he loved to touch
Listening to a memory
she dances slowly
moving to her heart’s beat
remembering still the sound
of his guitar.
The fairies and the elves
the pixies and the gnomes
never take the path
where the stink horn grows
It’s ghostly white in colour
elegant and slim
it’s gills are white and frilly
but evil lurks within
If brushed by passing wee folk
putridity explodes
and tiny fingers hold the noses
of fairies, pixies, elves and gnomes!
Sunset
Helios sails
a golden bowl of light
on Oceanos’ ink black depths
‘til morn.
wake World
Helios comes
driving a chariot
of dazzling gold across the sky
rejoice