Praise these creatures in the grime

I wrote this when I was starting out and I noticed I was drawn to images of worms and beetles and life in the darkness under us.I was not aware of that when I began to write

Winter weather, frost, dark sky,
See white geese and silver stars.
Two cooing doves with collars red,
Are watching out for seeded bread.

From the sun, low in the sky,
Light falls slantwise to my eyes.
Trees bud, though invisibly,
Nothing that our eyes can see.

Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil
Where worms and beetles quietly toil.
We take for granted air and sky,
Love the birds we see fly by.

But who can love the worms and slugs
And those creatures we call bugs?
So in our dark cold winter time,
Praise these creatures in the grime.

Without these worms, our crops would die.
No cornfields for us to lie,
Amidst the poppies’   wild red  blooms.
So we forget all winter’s gloom
.

Praise the snails and bees and ants
For these and spiders, let’s give thanks.
As the lightness needs the dark,
From darkness come life-giving sparks.

Enrich darkness with our gifts.
Look not always to the swift.
Slow and patient like these worms,
Nature’s lowness is my theme

In the end we step with shuttered eyes

Katherine villanelle  

In the dark street with its glaring lights
Deserted pavements, cars that multiply
I see two of everything in sight

Twenty dogs two owls that fly by night
Two black cats  with amber eyes run by
In the dark street with its glaring lights

As I walk I sing  to cats’ delight
I sing Joan of Arc,I wonder why
I see two of everything in sight

The song takes seven minutes,or it might
If I sang like Leonard ,  if I sighed
In the dark street with its glaring lights

No-one can detect my wandering sight
Yet now and then I wail or emit cries
I see  more than you do with insight

These little deaths mount up as our time flies
In  the end we step with shuttered eyes
In the dark street with its errant lights
I see two of everything in sig

Intersection

The intersection of disease and age
The spot which is a signpost is seen clear
Some fall down and others are enraged
Where is the writing, where the dreaded page?
The intersection of disease and age
Passed by those who’re otherwise engaged
With friends and with creation to treat fear
Why, these intersections are the rage!
The place which was a signpost is now dear


I can only comment in a verse

I can only comment in a verse
A villanelle for virtue,my defence
I don’t know what you mean for you are terse

Love or hate,I don’t  know what is worse
Is this life  a very spiteful  test?
I can only comment in a verse

In my bag I have a purple purse

Money is so dirty it’s a pest
I don’t know what you mean when you are terse


When we marry, we won’t be the first
We need a godly priest for I confess
I can only comment in a verse

Do not pay my bill which I detest

At our party let us all be blessed
I don’t know what you want when you are terse

I am in a struggle, can you guess?
I am well endowed with happiness
A villanelle for virtue is the best
I don’t know what you mean you are so terse

Without your love.

Katherine villanelle  July 28, 2017 [editd]

Without your love, I’m nobody I know.
Our inter-self, dismembered,  broke apart
Give me courage on the journey slow

In good times , we lose our self in flow
To be self-conscious lets shame rule the heart
Without your love, I’m nobody I know.

Do we have no self when partners die?
Bewildered, can I find the way to start?
Give me courage on the journey slow

Where is the path where I discover hope
The way to mend a self,  holed by grief’s darts?
Without your gaze, I’m nobody, I know

Like a ship   strikes rocks deep down below
I risk getting killed without new charts
Give me courage on the journey slow

Will I know myself in inner space?
Who will now console me, gone your grace?
Without your love, I’m nobody, I know.
Give me courage in the darkest low

Threatening phone call

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This morning my mobile rang coming from Bradford [fake] phone nr
A man with a threatening voice told me he was from HM Customs
and if I didn’t press number 1 onmy phone I’d be in prison by next week
He has an English accent but obviously doesn’t know about how long it takes
to go to court etc
Even though I knew it was spam, it was unnerving