Icy Fingers

Icy Fingers

Icy fingers scratched and clawed feebly at the door

No-one answered it.

A whispering, whimpering voice called out

No-one heard it.

Frozen frost bitten hands tapped weakly against the window pane

No-one noticed.

Outside the wind and snow thrashed mercilessly around

Inside people were warm and dry

While feet away at the cabin door a man wept and prayed.

Life's Garden

Flower People

People are like flowers that bloom in life's garden

Some are delicate, dainty and small

While others are bold and as bright as the sunflower

That grows strong and is daring and tall.

Some people are like snowdrops that bloom in life's winter

When your garden feels barren and bare

When you need cheering up and you're really  fed up

You're so pleased that a snowdrop is there.

Other people are like poppies popping up unexpected
But not always in the right place
They are cheerful and bright and a total delight
And can  grow in the gloomiest place.

There are people like rose so pretty and fragrant
But of them you need to take care.
Just remember that roses are not always perfect
Some have thorns so you better take care.

Purple heathers are found on hillsides and moorlands
Where the ground can be harsh and so rough.
They are hardy and brave and bloom unafraid
Even though their surroundings are tough.

If you were a flower would you be a daisy
A rose or forget-me-not blue.
Or would you be a weed popping up as you please
Just what kind of flower are you!

Hilary J. 27/3/12

Your Love

Your love

You speak to me with your soft brown eyes and I hear you with my soul

You caress my being with your touch and make my spirit whole

How could I live without this love that completes and nurtures me

You have my heart, my breath, my life, our love will always be.

How can a look or touch convey the feelings that they do
I think the answer has to be, it's just because it's you.

So hold me close and keep me safe within your loving arms

For it's only there that I feel safe, and free from any harm. 

13/03/2012

Yorkshire Courting

Courting

A Yorkshire lass once went out courting

 Thought she'd met the man of her dreams

But when she started getting to know him

Things were not just as right as they seemed.

He didn't know a thing about cricket

Or how to make a good Yorkshire pud

He had not even watched any rugby

Or gone to the Cow and Calf pub.

The lass started feeling quite worried

She pondered and pondered all night

A Yorkshire man with no cap or no ferret

And knew nowt about Boycott weren't right.

"Where were you born" she then asked him

And he said "Oh I'm not from round here

I was born other side of the Pennines

At Todmorden in great Lancashire.

The romance could not be continued

Of that it was ever so clear

I can't wed a man that ain't Yorkshire

And drinks Thwaites not Taylors best beer!

11/03/2012

Lost at Sea

Lost At Sea

A shadowy form haunts the crumbling clifftops overlooking a perilous sea

It appears unannounced, unwelcome, unwanted, by other spirits set free

The shapeless form appears again and again as the waves crash onto the shore

Tormented and tortured in body and soul by things that have happened before.

His boat had set sail with the crew all aboard but before the skipper was there

For reasons unknown fishermen went alone into the salty night air

For hour upon hour he waited and watched expecting the trawlers return

Hour after hour in terrible gales, while the rough sea continued to churn.

It was decades ago when the boat went to sea but the skipper continues to wait

The mystery prevails why the crew did set sail and not wait for the storm to abate.

Were the nets ever cast, was the craft overturned or just snatched away out of reach

For no sightings of wrecks, broken bows or decks were ever washed up on the beach.


No one could tell, of the fate that befell the trawler that terrible night
No clues left to see in the wild raging sea not a sign of the boat was in sight
Could the skipper have saved every one from their graves this he would never know
How his boat disappeared and came to it's rest in the murky dark ,waters below.


Now the skipper can't rest everyone did their best but a rescue was not meant to be
 But night  after night he still waits for a sight of his boat and his men lost at sea.

                   

                                                                       04/03/2012