Bike Ride

We race summer on our bicycles

Crash the breaking pavement waves

And comb cul-de-sac keyholes

Surfing the crest of their kerbs

Hot tires burn and smell of tarred

Suburban doldrums.

We peddle the heavy air

Crackling with excitement

Until thunderstorms threaten

To charge our metal frames

Undeterred we let loose

Masts of long hair billowing

In the freshening wind

We stretch our legs and crane our backs

Free-wheeling and riding high

Like home-bound sailors tired of the navy

Hailing the wandering seagulls

And the smell of fish and chips and gravy.

Who is the serious man

Wrapped up inside a newspaper?

Outside, the sky is unbelievably blue

Moonface girl collects this memory

But who are you? 

~

To Glasgow moonface girl would fly

Through twilight in her parents’ car

The horizon low, grey and far

A tangle of orange lights can’t compare

With the magnificent moon’s solemn glare

~

Moonface girl collects memories

On a red sofa we siblings slept

When it arrived with Granny and Grandad

And all of their things as they wept

We were delirious with excitement

Granny hovered over as we snuggled and wriggled

If I should die before I wake, we giggled

Poor Granny sighed

~

Moonface girl collects memories

Usually hidden unheard at family gatherings

Her moonface in the curtains with the birds

Listening to Chopin or Danny Boy

Sing they cry

Half-serious, half-moon she sighs

They laugh and hug

The bonnie Dundee weaver appears

And the ruckus begins and then the tears

~

Moonface girl collects memories

Swinging on the branches with the birds in the curtains

Embarrassed English moon beams all over the place

She doesn’t know where to look

~

Moonface girl collects memories

Long goodbyes I-love-you-I-LOVE-YOU-sobs and sighs

Wet faces, wet kisses and hugs in the rain

Again and again

~

Mother clears away the tears

Dad dries up

Quiet

~

The wide-eyed moon and the girl exchange glances

And quietly they steal away and take their chances

The piano, the tears, the songs

The giggles, the sighs, the long goodbyes

The red sofa, the newspaper, the rain

The birds in the curtains, and the blame

And all of this grief for you

Father’s brother, Granny’s son

All this grief for you

And long-gone skies, unbelievably blue

(artwork: Man Reading Newspaper Artwork  from popartmachine.com )

Thanks to dVerse: Poetics and the Beautiful Sadness for the interesting post, prompt, and links to other poets.  I thought this poem written a few weeks ago might fit!

Photo – Winter Wonderland in Wellington

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I missed my exercise class today in favour of a walk along the harbour with a friend.  Can you blame me???  We were dizzy with delight at the sight of Wellington on such a calm day – so rare!!!  Everyone we passed was equally in awe of the beauty of it all.  Strangely quiet and quite surreal.  I hope you like the photos.

Notes in the Margin

Space is a strange gift~

The words so carefully wrapped

Can be thrown away.

*

A familiar place

Some dream street littered with words

Waiting to be found~

*

Where we kiss and touch

Ink dries and words turn to dust

  A forgotten smudge~

*

The end of the line

Is where we begin to write

Notes in the margin.

*

Space is a strange gift~

The words so carefully wrapped

Can be thrown away.

Dancing on the Moon

I wish I could have thought up

Words which burned you like the sun

Instead of staring like the moon at you

I wish I’d had some fun

I wish I could have answered back

To all your taunts and jibes

If I’d only had some Milligan wit

To make you split your sides

I wish I could have risen up

Said all the things I thought

Instead of waiting patiently

For fear of getting caught

Would I had been brave

Not thought twice before I spoke

Made you dance my merry tune

Made you eat your words and choke

I should have just come out with it

I should have cried out loud

I should have opened up and shouted it

Worried not about the crowd

Instead it would be you

Who was nervous, torn and strewn

Stuttering and stammering

The g-girl’s a b-bloody loon

And now she’s dancing on the moon

Grab your dish and suck your spoon!

I’m dancing on the moon

Wrap yourself in a five pound note!

Ha I’m dancing on the moon

Ride your bumper car you won’t get far!

I’m dancing on the moon

Long may you tarry, for we’ll never marry!

I’m dancing on the moon.

Where you were

in desolation and quiet strife

this wood teems with life

that disconsolate fly drones on

spewing and rolling the sweet

cherry treats of those two birds

sharing your love songs

that squirrel buries your secrets

and this forlorn badger burrows

the rubble as that rat and toad quibble

over sticks and stones and broken bones

this ignored beaver gnaws

sees and saws

damns and bores

alters the flaws

and say of this river

on it goes on it goes

through springs

and bitter winter blows

takes away memories of you

washes those tears

dances itself far from here

far from these mountains

of gold and green

and that beautiful valley

where once you were seen.

Moonface Girl

shiny moonface girl they call

stare into her crystal ball

with wry smile they rub the forehead like treasure

or tap it instead for good measure

shiny moonface girl shiny moonface girl

no escape from this face

it will stay in her haunted blue eyes

like the worried moon in the sky

both caught by earth’s bright blue snare

shiny moonface girl shiny moonface girl