Liquid Amber
She peered into the pool. It was small and perfectly round. The glassy water surface was still, with no movement. Her face looked back at her; disappointed. But then, suddenly, from the deepest darkest bottom (where ever that was), a blob of colour, about the size of a marble, grew and grew and grew; becoming clearer with each second that passed by. It appeared to be spiralling upward; grow…
Branches
I’ve seen many winters come around
But never before have you drawn upon my mind
In pencil lines
That cling to forms of man
And move through motions
And movement
Stretching
In joyful wonder.
I’m finding such meaning
In each thread and vein of time;
A moment, not kept, but
Released
And
A conviction of sight
Beyond the border of my mind.
You
Have touched the core of my soul
...
Silver Spider (written about my son playing with a piece of kitchen foil)
It is silver!
Sparks of wonder flying
In each frenzied look.
And hoping
To hold it in his hands…...
The glitter creature!
It’s limbs spread out
In web-like excitement!
And now, to meet
The star-like hand…....
in eagerness, grasping.
And in one, sad, moment
Squashed.
The silver foil
Squashed in one, tight, knot of disappointment.
Then dropped, and left
For other wonders.