Running

Running,running,running,running-Be

‘A hand of fire’-Kay Boyle

‘Poured the milk of avalanche’-Kay Boyle

Autumnal stars

The leaves have fallen

The trees are bare

The constellations are up there!

I was once high-heeled and doll faced

Schizophrenia

Bedroom of despair

I put a white circle there

To feel protected

A special dress

The Asian stars

‘So let me rise into life’-Kay Boyle

‘My Song,my Lay’-Kay Boyle

He took me where no roses are

‘Fields that are eternal’-Edwin Arlington Robinson

‘So little comfort ,and so little love’-Edwin Arlington Robinson

I just want to cry and sleep

I’m obese

I want to write a masterpiece

The touch of the button

Domestic dwellings

I want to live in a baker’s house!

I put on white tights

Thinking we might

Fit together

I put on lip stick

Thinking how we could click

Find our treasure

I put on perfume

Thinking how cool

Let’s find pleasure

Pretty spray

I breathe,I smile,I pray

Cereal called ‘The Berry’

Let’s start the day with rolled oats

And end it with the stars

Gazing up

The emotions

God it’s dark let me find a candle

Fresh eyes

Let’s go under the covers

And be tender lovers

Autumn

Where is my warm coat?

I wonder,can I make one from

The falling leaves?

The colour of conkers falling from the trees

All the children are walking to school

Through the gold and treasure,

Kicking the leaves in windy weather

The wind has stopped holding its breath

And the leaves are like howling ghosts

I hold a leaf in my hand,it’s a autumn moment

A silent moment,and vibrant

When a squirrel runs across the road,

There is excitement

Every tree has enchantment

Every bird is singing in commandment

Hats and scarfs,hot soups and hot baths

Hot water bottles and reading novels

Coffee on the run,putting the heating on

Feeling bad for the postman bringing parcels

Looking at the sky for Guy Fawkes sparkles

Going on the park for bonfire night

Going trick or treating and giving a fright

Getting stuck in the mud

Putting up your hood

Using a umbrella

Picking out the leaves that have turned yella!

Walking in totally wet

Leaving our shoes on the step

Putting the fire and your slippers on

Making hot chocolate for everyone

When you go shopping on the high street

Leaves always get under your feet

Your eyes watch them twirl around

Turning into different shapes

Sticking to windows and windscreens

Under the cloudscape

I want to jump in a pile of leaves

I know just the place