Poetry – Bed of Feathers

Fennel

The cold of the streetsI walkIn lonelinessEmpty storesWhere is the happinessOf childrenPacking toysWhere is the laughterWhere is the cryWas it Christmas the day beforeThe sounds of Winter every dayThat was once, never moreWhen things were jollySnowrides and FennelThe sweet smell of candy canesWaiting to see JimmyThings from the pastLife like an empty film rollWhere areContinue reading “Fennel”

See You In Autumn

I’ll see you in AutumnWhen the days are short and the nights longFilled with wordsTo pick them out of the cold evening airThe air so thick, clouds packed with thoughtsThe memories of Poe and Frost, so close byWhere are you, my Sylvia, Emmy and my gliding LizzyThe smell of fallen leavesCreating mountains to ascendTaking theContinue reading “See You In Autumn”

Dublin Lace

I saw you on the streets of DublinYour hair curled up in a shellCovered with lacePale and smelling like the waterPike, Carp and tenchThe oldies, our bricksOur wooden tables, warm chairsAnd the smell of GuinnessIt still hurts how good you’re lookingSo fresh and clean as the morning dewThe pain of your beautiful facePressing on myContinue reading “Dublin Lace”