Tag Archives: melancholy

A Secret Lover’s Diary

Three Line Tales Week, Week 88.

A Secret Lover’s Diary.

My intensity is afraid and when you read my words don’t judge me as a fool.
But every day I have written about my desires and dreams, and of your beauty.
Please; my secrets will remain invisible until you breathe life on my pages.

 

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Selfish Betrayal

Three Line Tales Week 82

Selfish Betrayal

I am spirit and naked flesh, promised with eternal heavenly peace.
In a world filled with joy and gifts of fruit, in a beautiful garden of Eden.
However truth, in an apple core, reveals my skeleton on the evolutionary scale.

Tempting Guacamole

Tempting Guacamole – 100 Word Wednesday.

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Dear Pips,

Please come back, I miss you, my darling Pips.
I’m sorry I was rude, about your lovely hips.
I love you and miss your gregarious smiles
I love you and forgive you for kissing Miles
Look, I’ve bought your favourite chilli tortilla chips
Because I know you love my guacamole dips.

Please come and trust me, my darling Pips
I’m sorry I was rude, about your lovely lips
I miss you, so let’s forget about you loving Jay
I miss you, see now, how my anger’s gone away
Look! I’ve spiced up your favourite tortilla chips
Because! I know you love my guacamole dips.

On a Wing and a Prayer

Three Line Tales – On a Wing and a Prayer

 

Over the world and in peace, feeling the quite serenity
of flying and softly floating free from earthly responsibility.
But all too soon, we’ll land on the insecure realities of insensibility.

A Cabin in The Woods

A Cabin in the Woods. 100 Words Week 7

 

 

Adam and Eve ran away from disapproval and family shame
Where people pointed since their unmarried love was a sin
They disappeared into the woods to start their life again
Where they built a cabin and a home for future children.

They built it far away from the well-trodden paths
By a lake with bulrush reeds and darting dragon flies
that hovered in the air with warm dog-rose scented wafts
drifting in the idyllic afternoons under the cloudless skies

Where behind the purple rosebay ran the bubbling brooks
They washed and bathed naked in the clear shallow pools
Guarded and watched over by a parliament of silent rooks
As they dried themselves slowly with white woollen towels

Alas with naivety of nature’s fruits, a mistaken death cap
was added for nourishment into a warm mushroom soup
As they peacefully slept, in their veins ran the poisonous sap
And in drifting dreams their souls followed a heavenly route

After fifty years, there were no records of the cabin in the woods
Or of the skeleton lovers huddled beneath a blanket of dust
The mystery became a myth full of folk songs with solemn moods
of young couples entranced by forbidden love and mistaken trust.

Orbiting the Moon

Orbiting the moon.
Mother stood staring out of the open window
As I walked along the gravel garden path
She looked through me as If I was hollow
But I smiled and waved and saw her laugh

We sat on the veranda with jam and scones
She asked where I had been all these years
Were you travelling in space polishing stones?
I can’t remember, she said and wiped her tears

I showed her pictures of my growing family
My children as babies then going on to school
Who are these people? I can’t see them clearly
Oh yes she said, your father, the stubborn fool

We walked to the park and sat by the lake
She told me she was proud of her beloved son
The first Scots astronaut who promised to take
Her sightseeing, past Mars and orbiting the moon

Is it time to go? she said and held my hand
She pulled up the travel rug against the chill
How long will it take and where will we land?
She rested on my shoulder and slipped away
As I watched the sun sinking over the hill.

 

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Poetry – I am Clyde.

In the following piece I have concentrated on alliteration with a cadence and rhythm that mimics the flowing waters of the river Clyde. For the poetic technocrats you will notice I have sacrificed both metre or any form of iambic stress patterns and for that I apologise. Oh, for free verse!

I have adopted a lamenting tone of a lovesick character, but then you the reader may decide your own interpretation of the theme.

Sandy River Bank on the Clyde. Clyde walkway Scotland.

Sandy River Bank on the Clyde. Clyde walkway Scotland.

I am Clyde

I need you.

I confer with you my Clyde

Disillusion in my distemper

I lay lazy by your side

Pleasures past I still remember.

 

I sense you.

Fragrance clear as your falsetto

Odour sweet from an orchid flower

Timeless temptress I am besotted

Disinterred my soul you devour.

 

I hear you

Musical tunes a mysterious song

I relish the resonance and harmony

Oratorio orchesis flowing along

Whimsical waters dance the melody.

 

I drink you.

I slip and slide into your mist

I grip and grasp for air

Racing pulse and pounding fist.

Screaming alive in my aphonia

Bonnington Linn - River Clyde - Scotland

Bonnington Linn – River Clyde – Scotland

I feel you.

Driven deep over worn cliffs

Enchanted silence warm embrace

Drowning in orgasmic bliss

Spiritual essence of milky lace

 

I was.

Flotsam flirting amongst the rocks

Thrown and torn my human waste

Morticians work the mourners’ corpse

To bury somewhere, in a pointless place.

 

I am you.

Sagacious spirits we are entwined

Now nature’s eternal souls

So I am you,

I am Clyde.

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Aphonia:    Loss of voice from hysteria.

Omniety:    The condition of being all.

Oratorio:    A story set to music, with soloists, chorus and full orchestra.

Orchesis:   Art of dancing or rhythmical movement.

Sagacious:  Keen in perception or thought. Wise.