Ox-eye and Rose
Ox-eye daisy? That does not do you justice!
Your lashes white
Like the sun’s long rays around that orb of yellow.
You gaze at roses red
Together you can dance under the sun:
Marguerite and Rose!
Peonies Red
Full grown your heads hang heavy
The younger you still strain up toward to the sky
Still nudge the green hands as if to say
We are the rings upon your fingers
Boast our richness to the passing day!
My Father’s Village
White hot the village sleeps
The noon sun tells me I should search for cover
But I want to see you at every hour of the day
Round the close-cut corners
Remember the answers to the questions I did not think to ask
In the living years.
Sunset over Morecambe Bay
You really were these colours,
The camera tells me so.
I was amazed by you,
I remember,
Struck by the pallet
Caught in the rapture
Pink and peach and brown,
Dazzling pools reflecting
The distant lessening light,
As if fighting against the coming dark
One last dance before the night.
Becky and Becks
Becky and Becks are the best of friends. They discovered their friendship through playing football. They rediscovered it one holiday when a promise was made and kept.
Cornflower Blue
I like your style
You wear your hair with such aplomb
Such disregard for sleek combed back
Oh, true blue
I wish I had a field of you!
Yermasoyia Blue
I gaze out into the blue.
A warm breeze caresses my face and makes me smile,
It rustles the green serrated leaves on the wind bent tree.
The tree offers me shade.
I am thankful for it as I gaze into the blue.
Five Trees
As on parade you stand, five green trees
Stock still in the summer breeze.
Straight and bold you stand, you arrest my view,
Glorious green against the summer blue.
Roses
Bold and bright
You were my mother’s great delight.
Of all the flowers that made her garden glow
It was you that brazen blazed the greatest show.
Glorious in your colour and your scent
You are now a living memory since she went.
Perhaps you are the Sun
Yellow petals like the mane around a lion’s face, a sunburnt face.
Yellow lashes around the bold brown eyes of some fantastic creature.
Rays of light around the sunspot orb which at the centre lies,
Yes, perhaps you are the sun.