Those escape who have  the wings to fly.

Diagonal streams now  stripe the windowpane
And in them, tiny insects drown and die.
Unexpected ,sudden rain  has come.
Those escape who have  the wings to fly.

No angels were seen peering  at my  room
No doubt they have their  Sunday wings to press.
No  camera ,even with psychotic zoom,
Can catch an angel while she is undressed.

Now the rain has dried and all is sweet
I tend to houseplants standing by the door.
By good luck these houseplants never bleep.
Only in the real world do they flower.

Bleeps and pings are not a natural sound.
But to the artificial   we  will bound.

A fur anklet

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To be or not to be is ok.What concerns me is to light the fire or not.I had to wash my hair in the kitchen because I was expecting someone to come to the door.I couldn’t see some shampoo I had there so I used Persil Silk and Wool.I am sad my hair was damaged by untreated  low thyroid but really all I care about is how my  head feels.After a couple of days  my hair looks lank and  feels dismal.Still itb is very short so I can wash it quickly.I am meant to have it cut soon but as the weather gets colder I miss the long hait I used to have.
I wonder whether to dye it brown as  men take you more seriously then.But what or whom would they be taking seriously? For what? Perhaps bottle green is better.
It’s like varnishing your nails/Once the hair or nails grow the  roots are showing in the natural colour.Mine might be blonde or it might be white.Like Helen Mirren’s.But she will have a good hairdresser.
I once went into Toni and Guy.The lady leaned over the counter and whispered.
It’s £.45
I know,I said.I wonder what I was wearing or whether my husband was ill and I looked grey.Anyway I didn’t like the music.They put stuff on your hair.I don’t like it.Maybe I will get the scissors and cut it off like a man I used to know [ not Biblically ].It’s easier for men although I could take to wearing a hat or scarf or some Muslim headgear.As my neighbour remarked:

You would not have got cancer if you were wearing the veil,as it were.

And I do think the clothes they wear are very sensible if you live in a hot climate with sand blowing about.Which it is getting like here.But it’s dirt not sand
I made a  list
1 Put socks on
2 Put lightweight padded coat on
3 Put heating on.
4 Get out the fleece sleeping bag liner… and get inside it.
5 Put feet in some hot water.

I found an imitation fur scarf thing and I have got that on.I feel warmer.I need a fur anklet set.

How is the world now ruled by the debased?

The empty tomb is here inside my house
Not entire and not destroying all
This space  where used to dwell  my  loving spouse

The consolation is   bitter excuse
The loss of  love, my future state appals.
The empty tomb is here inside my house

As I live, to whom am I of use?
Where is the voice that to my heart will call?
A space  where used to speak  my  loving spouse

There is no resurrection for  our race;
But from the nuclear threat we each recoil.
The empty tomb is here inside my house

How is the world now ruled by the debased?
Are we redeemed  ever from our  Fall?
I miss  exchanges with my thoughtful  spouse

Must we build  more iron  prison walls?
How bitter, Jesus,  is the human  bile.
The empty tomb is here inside my house.
This space  where we  mused,spouse to spouse

 

So dust to dust and ash to ash,oh lord
Let us mourn without more wrath,discord

 

 

 

Kiss me now

 
Trees so tall their
wind turned branches stroke the air.
leaves still green,
still stretching sunward
will burn red and gold soon.
 
Wood pigeons cause a flurry
by the birdbath,
as I pass they indicate surprise
with strange cries.
 
Look up at the sky,
it’s blue again
no clouds.
a silver plane flies north,
are people looking down at us?
 
If only love made time last;
would like this morning
to be longer,
for our turning earth
to pause for a moment.
 
How dear you are to me.
I stretch my hand
to touch you,
as if you are a leaf
bathed in light.
no shadows on your face,
no shadows in your eyes
but smiling with the beauty
seen by those who love.
come kiss me now ,my dove.

Radio 3 is playing far away.

Radio 3 is playing far away
Volume low enough to suit a mouse.
I look around the room,I think I’ll stay

The sun it shines,the wind with shrubs  still plays
I see it from  each window of the house
Radio 3 still playing far away

 

I’m writing with a pen from off E bay
Because the other pen  forgot to bounce
I look around the room,I think I’ll stay

Twenty five revisions just today
My mind is like a tiger fit to pounce
Radio 3  is playing far away

I see a denim coat that’s subtly frayed
Bring my mind back to the present joust
I look around the room,I want  to stay

To all the spirits of the house, a toast
For helping when this heart  felt like a roast.
Radio 3 is playing far away.
I look around the room,I think I’ll stay