For a boy I know who wants to be on the first manned mission to Spica. The stars are calling, calling, calling Across the sea of space and time And I am running to where they’re sprawling And I will make them mine! With my rocket wrapped around me And a sail of dust and… Read More Star Voyage
I know a lot of folk are having a rough go at the moment. I hope this lifts your spirits. A spark of flame in shimmering grey. A strike of steel to drive the dark away. Wispy mist folds into a shroud Morning strikes the sullen cloud. The candle sparks upon the sill. The lark… Read More Sparks of Light
I don’t tend to do April Fools so, instead, have a poem about roses and morning. I hope you enjoy it. The wind rings through field and flower Like a silver fairy chime. The dew lies on the garden bower And the mist enshrouds the thyme. The roses turn their blushing blooms As the sun… Read More Dew in the Garden
A bit of whimsy for your day. I hope you enjoy it. Time’s abyss softly hums to the tune of empty dreams. Then dawn throws back the cloak of night where naught is as it seems. Illusions fade to day’s soft rise in a moment of quiet grey, And all the dreams that ever were,… Read More Wandering Dreams
Because cats would grow wings just to mess with us if they could. The cat folds her wings in the garden She drives all the squirrels away Then suns herself without asking for pardon And won’t even come over to play! My brother chases her daily And I offer saucers of milk, But always she… Read More Winged Mischief