on the 1st day on yule my true love gave to me
a brand new athame
on the 2nd day of yule my true love gave to me
2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 3rd day of yule my true love gave to me
3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 4th day of yule my true love gave to me
4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 5th day of yule true love gave to me
5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 6th day of yule my true love gave to me
6 pentagram, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 7th day of yule, my true love gave to me
7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams,5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 8th day of yule my true love gave to me
8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 9th day of yule my true love gave to me
9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 10th day of yule my true love gave to me
10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 11th day of yule my true love gave to me
11 body peircings, 10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame
on the 12th day of yule my true love gave to me
12 healing stones, 11 body peircings, 10 crystal balls, 9 titania spells, 8 triple moon circlets, 7 scrying mirrors, 6 pentagrams, 5 llewellyn books, 4 tarot packs, 3 velvet capes, 2 hazel wands and a brand new athame.
Friday, 22 October 2010
Wedding woe*
Who would be
A bride today
With all the fuss and stress
Family guests
Who do nothing more
Than bitch about the dress
With parents who
invited Aunty Jane
to come from Timbuktu
Don't seat her there
Can you imagine the looks
Between her and Aunty Sue?
There is family small
and family large
Look there is Cousin Dick
Oh my Gods
There is Little Maisie
I think she's going to be sick!
The band I think
Are all of key
I think the singer must be drunk
They were booked as Celtic
But I think they are playin
Some Philadelphia Funk
Thank goodness for that
No one has noticed
I think it's time we disappear
We'll sneak away
Before they see us
And live happy many a year.
* this was written for a dear friend Geraldine who was getting married and was spending way too much time worrying about it.
A bride today
With all the fuss and stress
Family guests
Who do nothing more
Than bitch about the dress
With parents who
invited Aunty Jane
to come from Timbuktu
Don't seat her there
Can you imagine the looks
Between her and Aunty Sue?
There is family small
and family large
Look there is Cousin Dick
Oh my Gods
There is Little Maisie
I think she's going to be sick!
The band I think
Are all of key
I think the singer must be drunk
They were booked as Celtic
But I think they are playin
Some Philadelphia Funk
Thank goodness for that
No one has noticed
I think it's time we disappear
We'll sneak away
Before they see us
And live happy many a year.
* this was written for a dear friend Geraldine who was getting married and was spending way too much time worrying about it.
As you lay
As you lay dying at my feet
The blood gushing from your wounds
I looked back on the days gone by
The future that was the past
I remembered days of sunshine
Of happiness and joy
Of a shy teenage girl
And a very nervous boy
Those days were the happiest
Tell me, when did it all change?
When did lad become a monster
With his demons he had to fight?
The days they passed so slowly
With every drink and blow
With every bruise and lump
Which I could never show
The drinking it never ended
The abuse, the punches and fights
So many doors to walk into
So many soul destroying days
It got too much my darling
Once too often you did try
I snapped and picked up the sharp knife
I stabbed you, and now, you die
The blood gushing from your wounds
I looked back on the days gone by
The future that was the past
I remembered days of sunshine
Of happiness and joy
Of a shy teenage girl
And a very nervous boy
Those days were the happiest
Tell me, when did it all change?
When did lad become a monster
With his demons he had to fight?
The days they passed so slowly
With every drink and blow
With every bruise and lump
Which I could never show
The drinking it never ended
The abuse, the punches and fights
So many doors to walk into
So many soul destroying days
It got too much my darling
Once too often you did try
I snapped and picked up the sharp knife
I stabbed you, and now, you die
Insomnia
She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tock tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there unable to sleep.
She watches the clock digits changing
one by one, minute by minute.
She is waiting patiently,
Waiting for the slumber deep.
She hears the ghosts of night,
Cars, dog walkers and drunks
Passing by the window.
Still there is no sleep.
She lies there thinking
Is this what it is like?
Torture? Deprivation?
Still there is no slumber deep.
She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tick tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there still unable to sleep.
Listening to the constant tick tock tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there unable to sleep.
She watches the clock digits changing
one by one, minute by minute.
She is waiting patiently,
Waiting for the slumber deep.
She hears the ghosts of night,
Cars, dog walkers and drunks
Passing by the window.
Still there is no sleep.
She lies there thinking
Is this what it is like?
Torture? Deprivation?
Still there is no slumber deep.
She lays there awake with eyes closed
Listening to the constant tick tick tick.
Listening to him breathe in and out,
She lies there still unable to sleep.
Monday, 18 October 2010
Xmas shopping
Traffic queues
Tills are ringing
Empty purses
Drunks singing
Children screaming
Lights too bright
Unguarded handbags
Pickpocket's delight
Harassed workers
Angry drivers
Tired shoppers
School skivers
Xmas shopping
I regret
I'll stay at home
Shop via 'net
Tills are ringing
Empty purses
Drunks singing
Children screaming
Lights too bright
Unguarded handbags
Pickpocket's delight
Harassed workers
Angry drivers
Tired shoppers
School skivers
Xmas shopping
I regret
I'll stay at home
Shop via 'net
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Power
Is power worth the war?
Worth the life loss?
Worth the sight
Of families mourning
Sons and fathers,
Wives and daughters,
Brothers and sisters?
Is religion worth
The guns and bombs,
The fights and screams
Of a dying child
In a Father's arms
While the Mother cries
At the injustice?
What is the point?
We are but animals
In a world of power
Controlled by Nature.
We have no power,
We just fight
For survival.
Worth the life loss?
Worth the sight
Of families mourning
Sons and fathers,
Wives and daughters,
Brothers and sisters?
Is religion worth
The guns and bombs,
The fights and screams
Of a dying child
In a Father's arms
While the Mother cries
At the injustice?
What is the point?
We are but animals
In a world of power
Controlled by Nature.
We have no power,
We just fight
For survival.
Sunday, 10 October 2010
Arachne
The spider sits and weaves the finest silk
From twig to branch so bare.
This art of arachnid woven lace
Catching dew in the morning air.
special thanks to David Palmer who takes amazing photos for the inspiration for this.
From twig to branch so bare.
This art of arachnid woven lace
Catching dew in the morning air.
special thanks to David Palmer who takes amazing photos for the inspiration for this.
Thursday, 7 October 2010
No justice
She showed such promise, straight A grades
Sporty, friendly, high achieving,
She talked about her friends quite happily
But they never seemed to pop in.
There was valid excuses for each mark
There was that bruise from P.E,
Where she tripped over the ball.
The cut from the scalpel in biology,
She tried to escape from the others
She told teachers but to no avail
Jumped off the bridge in full rush hour
The school says it wasn't their fail.
She sleeps in peace now forever
The bullies, they got off scot free.
Do you know what your child's up to?
They could be the victim, or even, bully.
Sporty, friendly, high achieving,
She talked about her friends quite happily
But they never seemed to pop in.
There was valid excuses for each mark
There was that bruise from P.E,
Where she tripped over the ball.
The cut from the scalpel in biology,
She tried to escape from the others
She told teachers but to no avail
Jumped off the bridge in full rush hour
The school says it wasn't their fail.
She sleeps in peace now forever
The bullies, they got off scot free.
Do you know what your child's up to?
They could be the victim, or even, bully.
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Sorrow
I feel sorrow for my lover who has up and gone,
His decison to leave today, though it feels so wrong.
I must though rise above it, and get on with my life.
I shall ignore him in the street as he walks with his wife.
His decison to leave today, though it feels so wrong.
I must though rise above it, and get on with my life.
I shall ignore him in the street as he walks with his wife.
Argh
The word refuse to come out right
Nothing seems to rhyme
So you will have to put up with this rubbish
until the words arrive on time!
Nothing seems to rhyme
So you will have to put up with this rubbish
until the words arrive on time!
Friday, 1 October 2010
The Hunters.
Slowly the hunters stalk their prey,
Silently moving toward them
Positioning for the perfect shot.
Carefully camouflaged within their surroundings
They prepare to take aim.
They shoot...another victim becomes prey
To the paparazzi.
Silently moving toward them
Positioning for the perfect shot.
Carefully camouflaged within their surroundings
They prepare to take aim.
They shoot...another victim becomes prey
To the paparazzi.
Rain
On the old tin roof the rhythm of heavy raindrops
Bounce like a million tennis balls.
Over running torrents, cars slide sideways,
Drivers regain control to prevent serious collision.
Rivers rise to the brink of overflow,
To exacerbate the fear of residents
Of a repeat of the last floods,
From which they have only just recovered.
The rain is still falling.
Bounce like a million tennis balls.
Over running torrents, cars slide sideways,
Drivers regain control to prevent serious collision.
Rivers rise to the brink of overflow,
To exacerbate the fear of residents
Of a repeat of the last floods,
From which they have only just recovered.
The rain is still falling.
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