Reprieve

The final poem this month from ‘Dancing in the Rain’

Chapel was compulsory
in our household,
unless you were almost dead
which was how I often felt
after Saturday night at the
youth  club,
or to be more precise
The Red Lion pub.

“If you don’t come then
you’ll peel all the vegetables
for dinner”

And God didn’t approve of jeans either
unless you were catholic
then he didn’t mind one way or the other.
But we were Methodist to the core,
a weekly dose of pleated obedience –
below the knee.

Arrows of hell fire and damnation
fired from the pulpit
aimed solely at me
because I was the one who
didn’t want to be there
and God knew it.
I was marked down in his
book of badness every week

But even if God hated me
attendance was rewarded;
one more reprieve
from the ever increasing
slipperiness of
the slope I was now on
heading swiftly toward
parental shaking of heads
and the shameful label of
“bitter disappointment”
which was  the last thing
in the world
I would ever want to be
because that would mean
I had failed

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Mirror (Sonnet)

Another poem from my book, ‘Dancing in the Rain’

Bevelled edge of leafy flowers and vines
a keepsake that I hang upon my wall.
This mirror that I see before me shines;
it seems the years were minutes after all.
Sweetest face you are never far from me,
memories like a favourite food each day
and in my heart I know I’ll ever see
the way you always helped me find my way.
And now that time has passed and you are gone
I see a person looking back at me,
she’s older wiser and a little drawn
and though I know it’s me who I can see
you’re looking back and smiling at the grey
and in this glass it’s you I see each day.

All This

The next few posts on here will be poems from my book Dancing in the Rain.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Dancing-Rain-Chris-Moran/dp/1507602103/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1438865224&sr=1-1

A big thank you to all my blogging friends for your ongoing support and encouragement without which I know I wouldn’t still be writing. Special thanks to Diane Denton, author and artist, who not only designed the lovely front cover, but who also encouraged me to approach Bennison Books when I was all set to self publish. Thank you Diane for helping me to reach a dream.

https://bardessdmdenton.wordpress.com

All This

Alone in the house this morning,
except for two cats and a dog
basking in behind-the-window January sun;
they could be meditating.

Leaf shadows of the eucalyptus
quiver on the wall
like bewildered butterflies
and the patio door is ajar.
A feathered chorus floats into the room,
a melodic liquid song.
The kettle boils.

There is something extraordinary
in these ordinary things
and I am happy;
I have learned to love the music of silence
I feel I could sit here for hours
just watching the measured breathing
of two cats and a dog,
listening to the sound of
hope filling an open window,
and sipping tea
All this,
and then soon, the edge of spring
like the edge of youth,
where everything is about to become,
and nothing is yet past.

Wendy L. Macdonald

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