Easter

sunlight draws fingers over the green
painting rainbows in puddles
kissing the dewy grass
Easter chick and bunnies jump
on cards and chocolate wishes
hot cross spices to be toasted
dripping in dairy goodness
And a new born babe
smiles in the wicker basket.

The Mirror

The Mirror
Tears fell and settled in the heart of you

shining jewels from the blue above
I walked in your dew drank the air
And wondered your fairy shore
Excalibre sleeps in the mists of your mirror
Calm until the days of hunger
As trumpets call and they awake
To heed the sound of England marching.

My Moth

fireflies twinkle in the evening air
drawn to the beauty of you my moth
savouring the honey suckle deep
nectar delicious in the musk of petals

glide comforting in moments
the flutter of delicate wing
a brush of the cheek tantalises
tongue and lips touch tender

The caress a breath of perfumed air
sensation cooling in the evening heat
then in crescendo the moth is gone
and left wanting the honeyed tresses.

Thursday afternoon

Coffee cup in hand
T.v. remote on the table top
filling in a questionaire
How is your quality of life?

Stroke the cat
dunk biscuits in the coffee
lay your answers one by one
a modern day equivalent of counting blessings.

turn over the channel
complete a competition
answers by phone cost a quid
soon I be thousands richer!

Then my quality of life will be better
Then I'll get that new car
the new house and rich partner
stroke the cat and stir the coffee

Today is Thursday and the walls look tired
A lick of paint would improve my quality of life
some ham in my sandwich and a bed for my cat.
There's a gunman loose on the Estate

Stay indoors is the police advise
its on the T. V. news
And I type sip my coffee and wait
What would improve my quality of life?