Blackheath

Refined and wealthy, reminiscent of a great Britain with a glorious past, stooped in monarchistic history, a warm aura of familiar peace, houses bedded in by acid rain, orchestral educational chime, surrounded by the mean of time, great observatory view of the sky, blackened soil under foot Rhododendrons pleasing to the eye, a peasants revolt would be welcome here, if you were born long ago, in another year, now the grand piano, untuned by rust, dark green ivy squeezes brick to dust, exonerated with forgiveness, John the Baptist church, loved  by ancient duty, Blackheath quaint all over, since my memories of a child, sadly now lost in transition with the traffic of lorries, cars and buses running through wild.

Lillies

I observed Lillies in the garden grounds, elegantly growing, spectacular natural gold blooms, such a shame, a week later perished, red beetle bug the size of a penny munched the stems, until there wasn’t any.

Almost gone forever

Golden Leaves fall in the breeze from a ruthless rupturing storm, the oldest trees are holding still with vigour, strength and brawn.

 Forests here remember an age they spoke with a thunderous call, to those now gone before mans birth at the beginning of Earths first Dawn. 

 winter approaches cruel and fast, a grand old oak stands tall, wondering when the year will end, he shakes with cold and yawns

Passed through in the night

I stroll through life without a purpose, surviving every storm, the rain falls almost everyday, it’s  to seem the norm

If the sun does not show itself soon, then.......

I’ll be gone. 

Not even knowing. 

Siblings

Brother grown down, rocked to and fro’, forever fornicating with a guitar string low, brass section of trumpeted blues, impressing the world with the musical news, should have seen him wearing wide brogue shoes.

Brother lost or never found, superiority earned at a distant sound, worry often of the impetuous fiend, some are worthy, some are deemed, ridiculous situation or so it seems, mostly swims like a trout, right direction, wrong stream.

Sister warm, the comforting kind, sometimes astute, sometimes blind, a caring nature will die for a cause, neglects herself as nature calls, angry in retaliation for being a fool, hurt real easy yet stronger than all, loving sister to everyone and all.

Sister burdened by feelings of grief, intelligence of a martyr, clever as a chief, artistic hand shows a beauty in the heart, quick with humour, early to start, never had time to finish what could have been, wondrous places where she should have been.

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‘Tis a bitter storm that changes                    
colour to black, quick                                
ere the moment twists our fate  
Ye’, a cruel ghastly flick. 

Black Dog Watching

A black dog attacked today,
no reason or rhyme,
bad timing to a fragile mind,
this morning started fine,
then unexpectedly clawing a person down,
dragging away fragments of happiness,
replacing a naturally warm face with a frown
gasping for air with a tightened grip,
an eventuality of leaving a host blind.

gnarling sharp teeth,
biting as it chews,
within an analytically sensory brain,
eating it as if a delicious feed,      
sucking out the soul,
a presence of darkness,                          
with no hope left at all,
peering gradually beyond sight
one can often catch a glimpse of it behind,          
lurking on the wall.