Canto della terra

Gives treasure for our dreams in their kingdom

The medium grey of clouds backlit by sun
Now turns to gentle pink and purple hues
A pleasure to my eye and its kingdom

My kitchen’s clean and all my toils are done
I gaze delighted by this epic view
The medium soft grey clouds are lit by sun

The once long day has passed in its wisdom
I learned my colours and I learned some new
With pleasure to my eye and its kingdom

How to tell the fire from its first flame,
As now they merge into the cold night blue
The medium soft grey clouds are now all gone

Life is both philosophy and game
Whose the rules and whose the mind , if true?
I close my eye and dream away its shame

Who wrote the script,who gave us every clue?
To whom is payment now so overdue?
The medium grey of clouds backlit by sun
Gives treasure for our dreams in their kingdom

I had the perfect avocado pear

I had the perfect avocado pear
My loved one used to love them more than I
In olive oil, but otherwise quite bare.

I hate dead fish; their eyes so coldly stare
My loved one always had an eager eye
I had the perfect avocado pear.

I won’t eat fish not even for a dare.
I like a salad, which benignly lies
In olive oil, but otherwise quite bare.

My husband took me some place Super Mare
The ice cream booth was home to MI 5
I ate that perfect avocado pear.

I don’t know just what a woman spy can wear
A bathing suit might be a risk too far
Bathed in olive oil, but almost bare.

I wish I were mature while still alive
Like Stilton cheese or port beatified
I had the perfect avocado pear
In olive oil, but otherwise quite bare.

Stabat mater dolorosa

You beat me in dying

Like another life, lived in another world
Two years is a long time
And a very short time.
Why did you call Hello in the night?
Only once, but you did not say more.
Now I have cut down a shrub and moved the wheelie bins
So I can sit behind the hedge in sunshine.
I eat my dinner later
I don’t wash up right then.
I read books I am drawn to
But I don’t understand them
Unless some elusive bit of my mind does.
I wake up at 5 am thinking it is morning
A little black cat sits on my garden chair
Won’t come to me, not yet!
I’d like the cat to come inside in the winter
I like to stroke them while I listen to music.
Two years
Another world, another person
You’d hardly know me
I am sorry I beat you at chess.
But you beat me in dying.