Poetry Blogs (2014, winter)
The longest night, the shortest day
The 22nd of December.
The Sun turns into another way
Putting more warmth into the amber,
Into the humans hearts that pray
For love, for peace, for happiness,
For Merry Christmas, kindness…
The Sun has got its own reasons
To differentiate the seasons.
And Jesus Christ birth
On our beautiful Earth
Was also the Suns grace
From the magic space.
Monday 22nd December 2014 5:00 pm
Delirium in winter: the destination of snow
This snow is the dressing gown of fashionable women;
this season is the extreme hunting ground.
I have opened the back of her heart
to find nothing ticking there.
That tree was a mistake lord;
it shouldn't be green.
The walls of my house
are extremely thin.
What is the destination of snow,
it cannot be the wind?
Sunday 21st December 2014 11:03 am
A Wee Dram
The dancing flames lick gently at the grate,
a bottle splashes amber to the glass,
soft chimes reminding that the hour is late,
aromas drift of peat and harsh deer grass,
the smoky mist of morning, with each pass.
The glow of bonfires as I gently kiss,
letting the rich swelling flavours amass
and burn upon my lips, no thoughts but this –
“how can something so bitter bring suc...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 7:21 pm