Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth
Tony Hill on Dawn (Thu, 21 Sep 2017 06:18 pm)
Daniel Wardak on An old love that deepens (Sat, 19 Dec 2015 11:55 pm)
A thought awakes me,
and I cling on to the memory of a loved one.
Bird song, faint but swelling,
catches at my heart,
as I pull up the blind revealing the world below.
Light beckons me,
and I press my face against the pane.
I gaze, long and hard as if searching for someone.
My breath mists the glass, and I wave it away,
"Here I am".
Without a sound spoken I have woken...
Thursday 21st September 2017 3:26 pm
A city awakens,
stumbling to it's feet.
A chorus heralds the next day.
Bin lorries screech and wheeze into movement.
Delivery vans close their double doors with a shudder and roar,
A shouted greeting cuts through the air.
Cars appear, footsteps multiply.
City life increases it's pace and we continue,
keeping abreast lest we fall,
Thursday 21st September 2017 2:54 pm
searching for the songbird who serenades me as I rest.
Weary, but full of wonder,
as the gulls circle and soar further into the sun drenched blue sky above me.
Tiny flickers of colour flit past,
darting from one treetop to another,
while plump wood pigeons sway on slender branches,
and ducks dive bomb the trees,
Thursday 21st September 2017 2:46 pm
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.
And I'm lost in a tapestry of sound.
Monday 25th July 2016 11:28 pm
Echoes of emotions wash over me as I gaze and remember.
Bewitched and writhing under covers
As angels rustled,
their dresses sweeping past my bed,
and gently approached to anoint my forehead with a kiss.
Their touch startled me from my sad reverie, and I breathed once more.
Deep, gasping breaths
That filled my lungs with hope.
The sadness subsided,...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 8:13 pm
As if sloughing off a skin and emerging
After a painful rebirth, and yes, there were tears.
Emerging into the light after months, years of being in the shade.
When caught in a grey void, time slows, and I fear I will fall with no one to catch me.
Running into the headlights, I fear I will run too fast and fall, spinning into a white void.
I do not fall but stumble, and carry on stro...
Sunday 3rd July 2016 7:57 pm
My gifts are paltry, but if I could, I would pluck a star from the inky blue sky,
gather the white gold silk of clouds,
bottle the sultry perfume of the flowers,
and build a monument to my love,
a tower of love.
Love for you, only you,
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:32 pm
The traffic fumes and roars, deafening my thoughts.
Bark glistens in wrinkled folds with charcoal accents, smudged.
An electric blue flashes cool and a flood of beauty washes over me
as dark, emerald burrs softly quiver.
A wall of trees shields and deadens all sounds.
Silence beckons me.
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:24 pm
I walk amongst the trees but who is there to hear?
I whisper and let my voice rustle the leaves until their tremors cease.
Hoarse and weary, not heard, not seen, I wonder if I have ever been.
A Norwegian hillside, a Norwegian wood, I sing your song.
There is much talking but who is there ever to hear?
In life, I roar silently as people pass, unseeing.
Soundless, I mo...
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:19 pm
Life is a map,
scaled to fit ones horizons.
Cities are a woven web of avenues,
with vines and branches that spread.
Roads, train tracks, canals, rivers, lakes and mountains
mark their territory with a tracery of lines.
They weave a pattern like the doodling of a bored giant.
Take a line for a walk.
Draw me a path home.
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:10 pm
a ripple in time
in the muddy waters of life.
Grey faces standing at the bus stop,
A watery sunset glows, pinkly golden,
I walk past and breath life into the scene
with a vapour of hope
escaping from my mouth,
lips stretching in a smile.
Wednesday 10th February 2016 8:06 pm
The fear of emptiness.
Drink to the future, not to forget the past.
I'm your second chance, last chance man.
Time is running out.
Don't let me suffer.
It's the caring that is killing me.
Don't make me fall.
We are planting holes.
We are planting holes in the waiting room.
We are dreamers.
Dont wake me.
We will only hurt each other,
the way only lovers can.
Saturday 6th February 2016 12:05 pm
Loneliness breeds sadness.
Like an illness it spreads,
takes ones breath away,
grips ones heart,
in a strangling knot
An apparition of love
appears to soothe and comfort,
but as it evaporates and is gone,
a wave of emptiness takes it's place.
A look, a gesture, seems to offer love,
but it is only a memory,
Wednesday 30th December 2015 11:22 am
Love: burgeoning, a smouldering ember.
Passion: a delight long forgotten, once more embraced.
Lover of mine, falling in love with you.
Happiness: a seed is planted, sprouts, grows shoots, strengthens, blossoms and flowers,
scattering pollen from dizzy heights of pure joy.
You lift my heart and make it sing.
Falling, falling, catch my heart, hold it close.
Enfold me, love me, d...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 9:20 pm
Damp and beautiful,
bubbles, rings rippling in the deep, waters deep.
Damp light, patches of pink, yellow and blue,
moving along the rain soaked path.
Umbrellas bobbing, dogs snuffling amongst the leaves, sniffing.
The smell of damp, dirt and soft wood drifting through the air.
Colour, damp and beautiful in the light.
Berries glow, jewels amongst the leaves.
Flowers strewn ...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 8:19 pm
Shadows dance in my head,
I dream of time in slow motion.
Shadows that drift into focus,
and into sunlit spaces where they dance in my head.
Softly I turn amongst leaves, turn, turn gathering light and texture
in bundles, simply, soft, falling, turn, turn.
Falling into beds of leaves.
Carpets of colour soft beneath my feet.
Blue, black boots, standing, swathed in...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 8:07 pm
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:42 am
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:40 am
I have wings.
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:32 am
Above the rest, or,
Keeping her head above water?
And the same,
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:22 am
and I'm the wrong sex
and I'm childless.
is there a right one?
a third sex?
I know which attributes,
the best of both,
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:19 am
Not just about
Pay attention to
marks - marksmiths unite.
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:11 am
The religion of
Niceness: may it
grow, multiply and
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:05 am
to my heart.
Keep them safe.
Sunday 20th December 2015 8:03 am
Internal dialogue only
I need to speak
Sunday 20th December 2015 7:55 am
Tiny moments of pleasure,
Like the weight of a warm paw, soft in the palm of your hand.
Like the silky fur of a sleeping cat heavy on your lap.
Like the warmth of a fleecy rug tucked under your chin.
Like the sense of your body sinking lower into cushions.
Like the undulating swell of traffic passing your window
in crashing waves of sound.
Like the smell of coffee as you savou...
Sunday 20th December 2015 12:14 am
With each step I take
I shrink in stature
until I become a child once again
looking nervously around and
trying to recognise where I am.
I fear I may shrink until I disappear
and become lost forever.
Sunday 20th December 2015 12:00 am
An old love that changes and deepens.
An old love that fits like a glove;
rather saggy and stretched, creased and worn but comfortable and strong:
always there, always caring, always true.
Laughter follows you around and fills the void in me.
Your love pours out and over flows into the cracks in my soul.
Your friendship is a safety net strung below me as I tip toe over life's roo...
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:43 pm
I am trouble
nobody's trouble now
watch me implode
sink into the ether
no trouble now.
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:35 pm
the paint is splattered
Sun making me giddy
under a hot sky,
with subtle clouds and
a delicate palette of blues,
a sense of vastness overwhelms me.
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:32 pm
Candy striped umbrellas
jostle for space on the beach
amongst spread-eagled limbs.
Oiled and golden brown they bake in the sun.
Lily white legs stand,
hot sand trickling between their toes.
Stout tummies lead the way
into cool lapping water,
wading, slow, heavy with
sagging, ponderous thighs.
Children lunge bravely into the deep
and bob to the surface,
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:19 pm
Dusk falls and bells toll,
echoing across the ghats.
Holy men chant their prayers,
fruit bats soar and glide
across the moonlit, silky grey sky
and a heady, heavy perfume drifts in the cooling breeze.
Relaxing, remembering the bells,
the drums and pipes of Pushkar's bustling daytime.
Sleep will come soon.
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:10 pm
Our hotel - a hermetically sealed bubble of glass,
concrete and polished floors,
is chilly and anonymous.
But as dawn blossoms quietly
we approach the Jewel of Agra.
A grieving husband remembers
with a monument to love:
the Taj Mahal.
It radiates a powerful aura of peace,
delicate and glowing
in the silver light.
Birds flit across the roof
and I stand,
Saturday 19th December 2015 11:05 pm
Pink tendrils trail
the sky, gathering
in a salmon cloud
of dusky smoke.
Dark brush strokes
of lilac sweep the
skyline, getting lost
in the tangle of
silhouetting the sky.
A morass of interwoven
trunks, like a spider's web
gone wild and
So delicate, so
evaporated, nothing but
a memory in
the heart and soul.
Saturday 19th December 2015 10:55 pm