Thursday, 8 December 2011

Sailing Circles

Never ends
Sailing circles
Turning rings
Whirring silently
Winding cogs
springs reversed
Follows down hollows
To dark spaces and
Once held dreams
Ripples in places
Jangling beyond reach now
Where did that time go ?
Where Hands entwined and
Smiles exchanged
funnelling back
Against a current
Fishes in streams
Of a Summers scene
Where Footprints
Impressioning marks
Caresses a cheek
Barefoot hand in hand
We’ll be different
We said
And believed
But we didn’t belong …

But For a moment
It was sublime
and now times breezes
Fan the shadows
Of passions once fed
But they are there
Tucked safe in heart and mind

8.12.2011 © Libithina

The Transitioning

How quickly pictures fade
And images change
From what was before
Rewinds back
Peeling years
The pictures roll
Of a baby boy newly born
With eyes so large
And full of curiosity ..
My child, Mum now Me ..
And Soir de Paris perfume
from a crystal stopper
In midnight blue
dotted behind ears
tucked with auburn curls
Dirndl skirts
Buckled belted
in full patterned rose
stiletto heeled
black plaited patent trim
And bourjois cheeks
In brightest red
Creamed in Ponds
Mascara blocked
Brushed in spit
How I loved the sound
Of the clackety clack
And the heels as they struck
in tiny feet
dressing up
in my Mum’s shoes

8.12.2011 © Libithina