Sunday 22 May 2011

Respect for the roses

Quite often when I sit and write, I don't know where my inspiration comes from. This latest one however follows the trend I seem to be developing for linking life, nature and the environment. I hope you enjoy.


Respect for the roses

When she speaks, petals burst from her
to fill the air;
Raspberry wisps that curl and float,
and with a shower of softness, rest
upon those dear to her.
Her hums help to shake the cloud
in to a blanket of delicate armour
that crisps, and protects
when exposed to sun. Every perfumed breath
an encouragement –
to step out of the shadow,
and dodge the thorns.
As they grow and shed the brittle flakes
of love, the shards – that are ground into dust
under their feet – nourish the buds that now spring from them,
and heaps delight
unto the Rose that borne them.


(c) Copyright Jane Edwards 2011

Monday 2 May 2011

Sewn

As usual, anything that catches my eye usually inspires me to write… Though I have gone off on a tiny little tangent!


Sewn

We each have a ragdoll;
a tiny little clone,
patched from our experiences,
stitched with colours of our hopes.


Mine is sitting quietly on a dusty, comfy chair,
between pink ink and paper,
with eyes of blue glass-buttons
and cherry-yarn bunched hair.


My seams are yet unfinished,
large stuffing-tufts on show,
as for little bows of happiness –
they wait patiently in row.


Some stitches are imperfect,
some material threadbare,
my fabric skin not peppered near-enough
with yellow darned here or there.


So, if your doll is tinged with purple,
or a little bluish-green,
leave your model in the sun
and fade until unseen.


(c) Copyright Jane Edwards 2011