Poetry Blogs (2019, Edinburgh)

The trees gather at the water's edge,

studying their reflections,

entranced.

Admiring their own grandeur,

the fine lines of their winter coats

revealed in the pond at their feet,

they murmur approval as they quiver their branches.

I walk amongst them

and worship at their beauty.

The clouds are reflected in the water

and glow as if echoing the opinion of the trees.

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Orange beacons lead the way

toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.

The charcoal shadows of evening draw near

and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.

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Music speaks.

Music is heard,

And we must reply.

A clap, cheer or whistle

Fills the room.

A clink of glasses,

Shifting feet, shuffling.

We are an abstract art,

Disparate sounds, voices

Harmonising when we connect.

A keyboard riff,

An order at the bar,

A passing moped - 

A city joining in.

Sugarwork me

And I'm lost in a tapestry of sound.

An orchestra...

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