Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (dawn)
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
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