DEATH'S CORNER
For death stared upon the mirror
Reflective thoughts tugging at cemetery stables
What did the crows want with eagle eyes anyway
To see beyond what was to come?
Blue skies and cooking sun's
Over spit roast fires of amber?
Twinkling stars tried to glance away
As did the silvery moon
Full
Also unable to flee
So death shrugged its shoulders and strangled life
Perhaps blowing a kiss the moons way
Before blowing out a candle and fading to dust
Nothing
Just summer's glow
In death's corner for thee
INFUSED
Did I hear you mention butterfly wings?
Or leisurely drinking nectar
Of crafted sentences and a countryside amble
With rose petals gently scenting sweetly
As you quote lustful sonnets for cloudless skies
Hark
I hear your whisper
Let me kiss teardrops into your eyes
Infused with summer’s freedom
Within meadows of youthful memories
THE SIREN'S SONG
Mystical melodies cascade from her tender lips
Entrancing the listener
With each haunting verse
A symphony of desire and sweet surrender
That resonates deep within
The birth of the soul
As she dances upon the waves
Elusive and alluring
A mythical creature, untouchable and free
Her words a siren’s call to the lost and broken
Who seek solace in the depths of her embrace
Neil Higgins, published poet, with four collections. Swing Me Your Bones, Machine Whispers, No Mayo, Ghost In The Mirror. All published by Bookmundo. A fifth collection, Ethereal Tapestry, is due for release towards the end of this year, also by Bookmundo.
Simple soul, who mixes well with like-minded creative people. Outdoor geek, hill walking a must. Rock and classical music enthusiast. Hates bad manners, ignorance and beetroot.
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