The traveller succumbs
Shelter he seeks
Black hearted and weak
Door pushed! It creaks.
Lightening lights the towers window
A visual portal into hell itself
Feel the walls closing in
As the death black crow does sing.
The traveller succumbs
Shelter he seeks
Black hearted and weak
Door pushed! It creaks.
I hear the beat of its wings
The harbinger of death
It’s lament it sings
As it steals my last breath.
It circles the tower
It’s shrill tone
Climbing higher and higher
Pulling at the one alone.
Lightening lights the towers window
A visual portal into hell itself
Feel the walls closing in
As the death black crow does sing.
A brush of it wings
Brings my hands to my face
Head drops in dread
As it lands on my head.
Head bowed low
The peck of the crow
Shrills sharply at it victory
To the floor I cower.
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Windswept!
Bent against natures force,
Bowing forward
Stark and leafless.
Groaning, creaking!
As age and sharp winds take their toll
Age rings speak
Of years stood tall.
Stoned walls
Protect sheep
On wild hills
As trees pull against their roots.
Holding for long
Against the elements
Waiting on Spring
Again to be strong.
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To compliment Fliss’s photograph
In repose
Mind on prose?
Feet up high
Smoke drifting,
Deep in thought
Feeling the muse?
Pen in mind
A Childs Christmas signed
Sip of a drink
Time to think
A gruff laugh
Fill pen with ink
Scribes more words
Fighting the goodnight
Words to inspire
Against the pull to expire
Tilt in the chair
To the ceiling stare
Words of life
And children’s delight.
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Inspired by: Photo of Dylan at http://www.leemiller.co.uk/imagedisp.aspx?P+nrGDO1j9yVY6tryLc6pg==
Elusive as a butterfly
In your voice I hear you sigh
The beat of it’s wings
Your voice to me it sings
Elusive as a butterfly
I listern for your cry
A lady like laugh
It comes from your heart
Elusive as a butterfly
It’s time for you to fly
This time it’s my mournful sigh
And to my eye, a tear to cry.
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Mourn me now whilst I live
For not knowing the who, what, why, where and when,
When I die
Do not sigh or cry
Be happy that I am done
Like the waning of the sun.
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