Morgan MacLaren

Dissonance clangs, a cacophonous dischord inside your
head, sets heavy chimes spinning like tonnes of lead,

Fascination calls
To my subconscious mind
Passion unleased
A dream distorting time

An unguided universe
Endlessly unravelling
Adrift in a world of
Change and transformation
Perilously on the edge
Surrender yourself
And fall into the chaos
At the centre of gravity

Wipe the mirror, fill the sink
Shave off yesterday’s face

Winter’s on it’s way,
The Autumn breeze beckons surrender,
Summer leaves,
Detach from trees,
So falls each leaf,
In golden splendour.

Inside this sleek and pointed head,
My eyes are luminous green,
They’re watching every move you make,
They’re accurate and keen

No one is coming to the park today,
No one to visit me

A beach in summer,
Sand is warm,
The waves roll in to meet the shore,
Here boats stacked high are waiting for,
Boys and girls whose arms are full,
Of reels and bait and fishing line