We haven’t been apart long
but the void is chewing at my
Heart
For wishing you were here
is all I can so
~.%
Sisters
we ran out into the field of green grass
with small white flowers that were
scattered everywhere like stars on a summer sky,
tripping with laughter,
in bare feet and yellow sun dresses
that our mother made on grandma’s
sewing machine.
you said, i can fly!
and i said, show me!
we ran some more, until our legs gave out,
and we bumped into each other like blind butterflies.
we laid down in a patch of grass
that crunched beneath our bodies,
turned onto our backs,
held each other’s hands,
and flew.
My Sister
She doesn’t wake me up
Stays awake with me
The master of all chores
She helps in mine too..
Youger than me
keeps me cheerful
behaves like an elder sometimes
but hugs me like a child..
We are totally mean
Just in fights
It takes only minutes
to be laughing together..
My secret keeper
my friend
A troublemaker
My well wisher
My home
She is my sister
Sonneteen
The sixties, and the movie scene
When celebrities needn’t live so clean
Studios controlling all that was seen
Public never saw actors being mean
There was one legend of the big screen
for acting and action ever so keen.
A man’s man and a woman’s dream
most credible hero ever seen.
Did every stunt in which he was seen.
Replaced ‘cos of danger he’s never been.
Even jumped over fences on a war machine
in the best motorbike stunt ever seen.
This legend whose name luckily rhymes so clean
The one and the only Steve McQueen.
Go Fish!
A perilous journey unfolds, when fish go fishing
Elderfish gather at schools to share wise water wisdom
Choose your morsels wisely, little fry and fingerling
Watch your float and floundering
And above all else,
Beware the shiny shrimp dancing and dangling
Missed Opportunity (4th hour of marathon)
To the dogs, to the dogs I go!
Whaoooo! they sing at the door with kisses galore in greeting
Run outside for relief
Deer in the trees, look to watch, then graze again
as the dogs, more interested in treats and play, run inside
And, I, whaooo in joy, for their missed opportunity for a chase.
Bomb
And so the beginning
Starts, the beginner
Won’t stop
until the beginning ends
Or the Mike drops.
Narcissus
Oh how beautiful
That gaze is benign
I wonder who it–
Oh no, wait, it’s mine
Narcissus only loves Narcissus
I stare at this pool
Admiring myself
Who could resist me?
No man, god, nor elf
Narcissus only loves Narcissus
I call out to me
I hear a reply
I see a nymph there
I tell her goodbye
Narcissus only loves Narcissus
Now plenty of time has passed
And I begin to transform
Into a drooping flower
Could this be a forced reform
I still see myself below
And I hear an echo perform
Narcissus only loves Narcissus
Sheer Brilliance – In Remembrance of the Age of Chivalry (Written from the Perspective of an Ancient Prince in Love) 5/24
I woke up last night,
Got out of my bed and
Stood in front of the
Open window
Through which
I could hear
The song of a Nightingale…
I stood in awe and marvelled
At the intense beauty of it…
A movement drew my
Attention – I gasped
At the sheer brilliance that
Hit my eye like a spear…
In the centre of
The garden
Stood a unicorn –
White as snow
But painted silver
By the full moon’s
Glorious light…
And on her back –
The only being
In the garden
Whose brilliance
Surpassed hers –
My Lady…
With hair like fire
Turned gold
In the light
of the silvery moon
© 2015 Antoinette LeRoux