Category: Twitter Poems

From time to time we crossed paths,
anchored as we were to the echoes
that reverberated from the old hall
and the time we danced cheek to cheek
long after the moon began to wane.

He returned like a dog
hunting down an old bone
to that place of disturbed earth
and unburied all that had once
been gifted to him and owned
those talents once again.

I would never have begun the book
had I known the ending, she said;
hope and joy and expectation
fear and sadness and anticipation
would have all then be denied me

Not knowing how the story would unfold,
she picked up the book and began to read;
upon the turning of each page
the unfolding began, the words
rolling and tumbling towards the back cover.

Taking a chance,
tearing down the signpost,
we prised open our known
to reveal the unknown
and there, we came upon the
mystery and the wonder of all things.

Back then we turned jug band music
into songs of pure delight
and we raised our children in green
pastures and plotted our course
through the ever-changing moods
and moments that crowned our
contentment,

She spoke so eloquently
and passionately to the
leaders of this world.
She said we are guardians,
not just of our home and planet,
but of each other;
excepting of course,
the unborn child.

The apple harvest was in full swing
and between the branches
of the trees, the pickers
traded stories and hopes and dreams,
broke bread and supped on red wine
and worked each day as the sun
rose in the wide, blue sky.

Back then the old country hall
rang to the praises of the Lord,
the eager calls of bingo players
and the thump and whack
of the badminton racket;
back then the walls sung
to the joy of our hearts.

She is hanging low
on the edge of a
floundering memory;
in time, a simple touch
shall bring back the joy
of that sweet embrace.