Turquoise Monster

I wonder what it would have been?
This life not on my own
A companion from my earliest days
Would you have been pleased with me?
What would you have looked like?

I miss you
I’ve craved you all my life
Looked for you in my earliest days
Not content on my own
Never on my own

Because I was not alone
Not at the beginning
Before the world
You were there
A companion
Where did you?

Did I do something wrong?
Condemned to seek
What I knew should have been
Where you scared?
I know I am
Life is hard
Did you know that?

You abandoned me
Before our birth
Left me alone
I almost followed
Sometimes I wish I had
For now I am always alone

Jean’s wellys are rather smelly
As she wont wear her socks
So when we go walking
She gets blisters the size of rocks
But what’s worse is those blisters burst
And she expects to be nursed!
With a wail and a whimper
It’s home we flitter
Meaning poor mummy ain’t gonna get no fitter!

Words pinning meaning to a board
Trapping and caging the wild thought
But no death here only growth
Tethered and tamed sensation caught

Calling the ice queen
Invoking the winters heart
knowing the sting
of frost upon lash and cheek
Numb toes
Wading wading
Through the snow
That fell and drifted
And glinted
Sometimes blue
Other times pink
Often with yellow ambers glint
But mainly grey
To match the sky
Except when it bruises
purple-yellow
And Blizzard is on her way
To cover all
Until a blue sky
Scudded with fluff
Turning snow
To melts
That rush and gush and flood
Or flash freeze at the edge of night
Glass hard skating rink
Unseen and unknown
Cherish the scars it leaves
and know
you are lucky
kiss a fractal dream
drifting beautifully
And perfect to the dirty ground
A wind is sharp
Cuts and slices
The teeth of ice grow
Glacial times
Wrapped and warped
Crushing
kiss the crystal
Love the queen
See the purple stars
And the white drops grow
Winter’s Blooms
It’s beauty harshness
Cuddle up to bring warmth
Waiting cacooned
For the defrost
When she may ride
Free to dance with the stars
In the deeps
Of our lonely galatic skies
In the end
The cold is all that will remain
A frozen moment
At the end of time

I dream of you in the darkest of hours
I dream of such warmth, cuddles embraced
I dream of love in colours of light
I dream of the delightful soul you bare

I dream of eyes like vaults of the sky
I dream of lips soft: rose, bud, feather
I dream of hair in chocolate hues
I dream of hands full of gentle grace

I dream of times shared together
I dream of memories, our secret film
I dream of whispers and golden sounds
I dream of pure addiction to you my love

Words racing ahead still
Crawling, sprinting across the mind
Constructing worlds not yet known
An infinite number yet to find

Words dancing wild with life
Threading meaning around a core
Building shape as the form
Showing the picture with something more

Little kitten plucked from the ground
To be hugged and petted and stroked all round

Shame the fur ball shows it’s fear

You see all cats know the score
Weather they have black, white, ginger or mottled paws

When all the children want to do is pet
The pusskin fears it is time for the vet

But this little kitten is lucky today
And the children really do just want to play

And so with love and bits of string
The kitten pounces and does her thing

The children giggle and jump about
Until the kitten tires and dreams of splishing, sploshing, tasty trout

Refractions, reflections, mirrors and ghosts
Worlds built upon hidden rules
Each the same in different ways
You weave, you wait, you dream
Always lost serene
Beautiful

Refractions, reflections, mirrors and ghosts
Worlds built upon hidden rules
Turned in on themselves
Each the same in different ways
You weave, you wait, you sip, you dream
Always lost serene
Beautiful

Refraction, reflections, mirrors and ghosts
Worlds built upon hidden rules
All the same but different
Variants, interspliced and intricate
You weave, you wait, you sip, you sing, you dream
Always lost serene
Beautiful

Ripples flowing into echos
Returning wonders highs and lows
reflected back ghosts of echos
Cross cutting generations of friends and foes