Richards Rambles

Tag: Poetry

  • The Mirror

    I had to do a pastel painting of surreal scene. I started painting and got this kind of horror image. The poem was prompted by the image.

    I will take some of those red flowers, and some blue
    I come here every year at Halloween the day she died
    I make the same wish every year and it will come true
    She didn’t come the last year tho I am sure she tried

    But on Halloween the veil between the dead and us
    Is so very thin especially as the moon is rising full
    She will come this year, I know she will with no fuss
    These flowers are the bait, that extra strong pull

    She had long and curly hair, now has she cut it there
    I brought a ribbon for her. She did so like contrast
    Especially when she dyed purple. She had purple hair
    The teachers were so cross but the colour didn’t last

    Aunt Agnes says I shouldn’t come. That she will be
    Changed. Total unrecognisable she will be Aunty said
    I told her nonsense, more beautiful she will be
    And anyway why should she change? She is very dead

    I’ll go and stand and watch the remembrance mirror
    It magic lets you see your long lost, beloved dead
    She will love the the reds and blues of this flower
    Bunch. Thank you so much. I just wish she wasn’t dead.

    Well, when it came to closing time and the girl she
    Hadn’t come back, so I roused the gardener, old Fred
    And we went to that bad mirror on the bridge to see
    And there we found her aged grey and horribly dead

  • Poetry

    I have been writing poetry for ages and you can see some of my poetry on my poetry page, but I also publish on Deep Underground Poetry site.

    This one is not published anywhere so here goes

    Crow

    The air gently rises, I’m called, I’m called
    “Spread now your wings, fly free, into the sky”
    My wings impatient to ride the wind soaring
    Softly call me to take the rising thermals
    I spring away and fall before my wings
    Gracefully open wide and strong
    And bear my weight and break my fall
    ends soft and soon begins my turn
    Spiral, around, around, rising on water
    Driven air, rising from plunging water
    Gravity fueled, spring driven, seaward bound
    It powers me up on wide spread wings.
    I climb up, toward toward vast blue sky
    Curving around the rising column
    I’m grace, perfection, control, ease and
    And above all master of the air
    The ground recedes, the dry earth
    Expands, stretches, and soon I high
    Way above I fly, because I can
    Not because I must and I am
    Lord of all I survey.

  • Jewelled Predator

    Jewelled predator, flickering red fire
    Echoed in the twinkling of water
    Waiting death,
    Takes warmth from the sun
    And those it preys upon.