If you enjoy poetry, why not pick up this little volume of poetry that explores the different forms of love. It’s not about mushy love poems. Here’s a handy link.
If you like my poetry you can grab more here. My other two books are anthologies of a variety of subjects.
The Shadows of Love
A remembered kiss;
the touch of your hands,
through the distance of time,
in faraway lands.
The songs that you sang,
of love everlasting,
now are poignant, untrue
as our feelings are passing.
And all that we knew
of a love that was strong,
we threw to the sky.
Now I think we were wrong,
to pass by a friendship,
and a passion like fire;
then I remember betrayal
and that you are a liar.
Yet sometimes I wander
through the winter of time
with the shadows of love
and still wish you were mine.
We’ve all experienced love, in one form or another, well this book explores how love affects us, by using lots of different forms of poetry. Love can bring great joy, but also pain. We experience the unconditional love we have for our children or parents, and the worry if they are not happy. In today’s world we sometimes love objects. They can become important in our lives. Love can even turn to obsession.
This book is poetry that explores the topic of love from many angles, but the poetry is accessible and easy to enjoy. I’m just awaiting the final proof copy before it’s released.
There are over thirty brand new poems for you to explore. Watch this space.
Fox-red rabbit with snowdrop paws
peeping through the sodden grass.
Unaware that black cat ears
are just a whisker away.
A car backfires, shotgun loud.
Hind legs jerk, and rabbit’s gone.
Black cat sits, back straight, searching
reveals his sinister intent.
Whiskers tweak, he stalks away.
The floor board creaked
but no-one was there.
I heard a foot step
on the winding stair.
The fierce wind whistled
through the broken pane,
and a tree branch tapped
on the weather vane.
He said he’d meet me,
but I stood alone.
A spirit loomed.
Blank eyes met my own.
Why were we meeting
in a lonely place?
I saw a shadow
of a twisted face.
I ran to exit
through the open door,
aware my one love
wanted me no more.
My new poetry book, Autumn Gold, is now live on kindle. To celebrate I’m giving all my other books away free for 23 and 24 December 2015. If you fancy reading any of them then download them for free and read at your leisure.
My new poetry book contains some rhyming and non-rhyming poems, in all sorts of formats. I hope the poems make you smile, cry and laugh.
It will cost $2.99 or £2.01, but it will be free on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. My first book of poetry, Nature’s Gold, is free on 23 and 24 December 2015.
At the moment I’m taking an art course, which has made it difficult to keep up with my writing, however I do intend to do something for November, even though this is not the year for me to do the wonderful NaNoWriMo.
I’m going to try to write a poem every day in November and each week I’ll pick one and publish on this website. Can’t guarantee to keep it up but I’ll give it a go.
What are your plans for November?
This week I went on a ‘Relax and Write’ writer’s weekend at Gladstone’s library, where Alison Chisholm gave us writing tasks. For one task she dealt out a pack of cards and each of us took one card. I had the three of hearts and this is the light-hearted (sorry about the pun) poem I wrote from that prompt.
She loved him with her simpering heart,
and sent him gifts and money.
She phoned him in the dark small hours,
and called him, ‘dear, sweet honey’.
He loved the man who made his suits;
the gentle voice entranced.
He loved the skill the man displayed
and even how he danced.
The tailor loved his Labrador,
and gave his heart completely.
She was his life, his everything.
She begged for food so sweetly.
This triangle of hoping hearts
fluttered on throughout the year.
Love flowed and ebbed its complex path,
showing neither favour or fear.