Poetry

Deserted playground

Staring into an icy lake
Lovers whispering saying their goodbyes
Salt crystals dissolve in my glass eyes
As tortured hearts beat like thunder under ice

The carousel keeps turning
As childhood memories fade away
Blurring into a playground of loneliness
As empty swings begin to sway

The whales of August

The old lady sat staring into the blue
Sun kissing her leather skin
Mermaids fork combing her silver hair
Playing cats cradle with her hands
She looked at the strings as a lifeline
Childhood memories dangling on her fingertips

Raising a horn carved from whale bone
A siren was blown echoing across the lake
Summoning the whales to the shore

Realising she had precious time left
The old lady crawled onto the rocks
Watching the whales dance below
Glittering sun bounced off the water
Lighting up her smile
Her husbands face emerging
In the rippling mirror

Reaching out her arms for an embrace
Her body tumbled forward
As she flew down into the endless depths
Eyes closed like a baby
Her hair unravelling like reeds

As the evening sun melted on the lake
Cherry blossom began to fall
Her cottage lying empty
Left hanging on the porch was her childhood mobile
Dangling, spinning in the wind

The German Filmstar

In a city of vultures
Glittering in their eyes
Red masts of television towers flash
To the dictatorships demise

Decaying studios from times gone by
Echo with the sound
Of the German Film Stars voice

With translucent skin
And razor sharp cheekbones
He never smiles

Whilst travelling high on a plane
Suspended in the blood red sky
He peers through the clouds
Watching autumn leaves fall

Whilst down below
Women’s hearts melt
On the East German sidewalk

Rubix

Soviet red floods the riverbeds
Of Orthodox hysteria
As tower bloc lights fade
Into the wastelands of Siberia

A sea of shaved heads
Slave away in the quarry
Through the night
As skin is tattooed
Splintering with frost bite

As the statue of liberty
Crumbles away
Eyes as cold as eagles
Invade the world’s skies
Scanning their prey

Heaven

Through the gates of heaven
Lies an abyss of stars
Memories flickering like twilight
Onto a crashed scrapheap of souls

Skulls blooming with flowers
A nuclear heart of the prophet beating
Running underpowered

God sits regally on his throne
Rolling his marbles
Seeds dispersed from his fingertips
Light bulbs of brains
Sizzled out with one switch

His legs dangling
Above the universe
As people swarm underneath
Like a colony of ants

The Joy a human being can create

If I was a tree
I would wrap my branches
Around your shoulders

Warm you with my leaves
Stroke you with my fern
Rocking you to sleep like a hammock
Under a blanket of stars

Such beauty can be found on this planet
Amongst the evil in our lives
That has vanished

A thoughtful gentleman with husky blue eyes
With innocence and purity
That my inner devil would despise

Carolyn’s fingers

Carolyn’s fingers
Pale and slender
Picking at harp strings
Ringing like doves
In the night sky

Moon lit under the stars
Launching her paper boat
Into the reservoir

Covering her room with origami
Paper chain children
Are disjointed by her hands
As she cuts off her family tree
With scissors

Her eyes
Pale as two grey clouds
Begin to trickle
And shimmer