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Category Archives: melancholy
Waiting for The Sun ..
(Haiku for an English summer) Our sun hats, resting on the newel post in the hall, are trying to tell us something..
Posted in Haiku, Hope, melancholy, nostalgia, poem, poetry, Weather
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Venus and The Crescent Moon
An area of high pressure heralded the clearest starlit sky that befell the northern hemisphere. No news or talk of it; no questions why, except among the experts and the poets. I saw her there, shimmering, a vision unexpectedly imbued, … Continue reading
A Ballad for Stabat Mater
(A dedication to mothers) Do you remember radiance of one who’s always there the taste of swollen mamilla, the scent of her sweet hair. Whose kiss and gentle healing touch was cooling with a balm that soothed your painful childish … Continue reading
Posted in Ballad, emotion, Hope, Love, melancholy, poem, poetry, Religious, sadness
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Midnigh Morvening
The light it was a brightening on winter’s dawning day it was the midnigh morvening that showed us all the way and how the beasties of the norn did plague the Gothan bride, but facing fiery teeth with Day the … Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, Heroes, Hope, Love, melancholy, nostalgia, poetry
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As If…
He was muttering as if he was trying to describe a vision he couldn’t share with her; with anyone. It was of something he’d never seen before this moment; a moment when she saw a look on his face that … Continue reading
Posted in Death, emotion, Free Verse, Hope, Love, melancholy, poem, poetry, sadness
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Twenty Nine
It Started It is just twenty-nine short years ago, a conflict over sovereign soil; a war we had been forced to join, and what is more we knew him through his brother. So we know how close we were to … Continue reading
You Rock
Unlike the rose, whose life is all too short; whose beauty, transient, strikes the heart with olfactory refrain, intoxicating ache, to caress my right brain with melancholic pang, you… you resist the tides, whose rhythms, trying to change, never seem … Continue reading
Posted in age, cosmos, environment, Free Verse, melancholy, nature, poem, poetry, wisdom, Wonder
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STOP PRESS – a little recognition!
One of my poems, “Was That The Day“, was shortlisted in the Marriott Love Poems competition, which was run in March 2011. It wasn’t among the winners, alas, but encouraging all the same: a little tiny piece of recognition (for … Continue reading
Big Comfy Cushion
(for Sophie) Every morning you get up to greet me at the door and, like an automaton, pad off to where your breakfast bowl has been; habit borne of sixteen years of life. In this house you’ve ruled our every … Continue reading
Posted in animals, Love, melancholy, poem, poetry, sadness
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