Post-weekend Poetry 132: Tinsel by Allyson Salmon

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirty-second poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Allyson Salmon.

Tinsel

tinsel 996522Tinsel now aglow

In light from fireplace warm

Stockings wait just so

Nature’s winter face

Sparkles and decorates trees

Bright with winter sun

Christmas shopping now

Time to run off both our feet

Bliss when all is done

Nearly home, coffee

Peace and quiet from shopping

Put my feet up now

Turkey pink and plump

Pop it in the oven soon

Peel sprouts, peas and spuds

That’s it, it’s done, just enjoy the fun

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You can probably guess the inspiration, but I asked Allyson what prompted this piece and she said…

I was sorting out the decorations, drinking coffee and resting my feet after shopping. It was the bliss that inspired me!

Thank you, Allyson. It makes me feel far more festive than I was before now.

Allyson Salmon as had three poems published by United Press including one in their National Poetry Anthology 2015. She has also had a poem published in The People’s Friend. Allyson is married with one grown-up daughter.

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Post-weekend Poetry 131: Virtuous Circle by Allyson Salmon

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirty-first poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Allyson Salmon.

Virtuous Circle

earth 595379We come from the earth

We return to the earth

Earth is our body

Earth our soul

Earth sustains us

Earth supports us

Respect the earth

Support the earth

Nourish the earth

Cherish the earth

And

Earth will nourish

Earth will support

Us

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I asked Allyson what prompted this piece and she said…

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Post-weekend Poetry 130: Saudade by Samantha Connolly

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and thirtieth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Samantha Connolly.

Saudade

library 654616The ground floor windows are reminiscent of the library

Where they met.

Should be a reason not to choose the place –

should be.

And yet…

 

The same dark stained wood and mosaic tile around the glass

‘Bela’, you used to say as you ran your finger along the grain.

 

The day outside is splashed with water,

crystal clear and cold and dripping.

Dew still on the grass and leaves

No breeze.

Bright, high sun.

It stirs something inside her.

A dull grey falls on the hush of the house.

She hears their laughter.

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Post-weekend Poetry 129: Living by Gboyero Felix

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and twenty-ninth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Gboyero Felix.

Living

fun 921534Uncertainty as it’s defined

Warlock in its dismay

Living seems odd all the day

Just as the beautiful lady experiences senescence

It’s started well at dawn

But flux on noon day

Waxed further to disdain night

All seems not worthy to live for

But living we shall live it

A question yet define is living….

Its authenticity gurps as a chameleon…

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Post-weekend Poetry 128: A Frozen Heart That Could Be Mine by Samantha Wilcox

Welcome to Post-weekend Poetry and the one hundred and twenty-eighth poem in this series. This week’s piece is by Samantha Wilcox.

A Frozen Heart That Could Be Mine

frozen heart 898289A frozen heart that could be mine

I don’t look

So I don’t find

Sodden trampled leaves beneath me

Slick brown glistening branches beat me

Fast of tread as wind whips chest

Seeking out what isn’t there to take

Buried deep amongst the tissues, vessels,

Bloody secrets twisted, nestled

A shout behind me in the dark

My name, his voice a question mark

I tried. Time and again, I tried

Slow as moments lost at sea

Fast as lifetimes unseen pass

The flow of warmth was chilled to ice

As broken arteries perhaps. I tried

I could not love you

I cannot love. Too tired to try again

A frozen heart that could be mine?

But nothing answers me this time around

And so the ground

Awaits me.

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I asked Samantha what prompted this piece and she said…

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