Moth to your flame I am attracted to you Like a moth to your flame A shining beacon held true As we join our refrain I feel your spirit near me Though you are far away I let my essence flow free As our spirits interplay Without ever touching you I am drawn, to your … Continue reading Moth to Flame
Author: Mary
I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.
New
Can you match me measure for measure will you be sensitive to my pleasure can you pull me, out of a web of distrust you planted seeds and nurtured their growth cared so much, brought loving close new love new set of feelings exciting romance, to expunge past dealings trying to trust and believe anew… Continue reading New
Philosophical
I lay underneath star and moonlight shine Gazing at the universes majesty A shower of sparks across heaven’s line Underlines lifes fragile mortality Mother moon bathes all, universal glow Though shadows fall creating pools of darkness World sparkling bright as day its scars still show From evil this bright light gives no catharsis Can beauty… Continue reading Philosophical
Paradox
The relentless beat of insect wings The incessant drone of the bee Sounds so loud to my sensitive nerves So many sounds for free The hunting cry of the owl at night The barking of the fox All these sounds are so intense A quintessential paradox
Swinging high
Swinging high oh so high Flying free above the earth Breath coming fast Exhilaration my repast The time at last has come To break away, leave this troubled life Swinging high oh so high Mother moon fills my vision Bathing the world in glorious light Making daylight out of night One more pass should aid… Continue reading Swinging high
Lines in Poetry
What are the things that make you choose the length of your lines in your poetry if you are not using a set classical form? What do you know about using lines to enhance your poem? Here are somethings I have learned. Can you add to my knowledge Always read your poem aloud to understand… Continue reading Lines in Poetry
Riding the Storm
The air feels heavy with foreboding as colour leaches out of the daylight greyness turns coppery and progresses to near darkness Lightening flares and strobes across the sky as thunder rolls like cannonades the jagged spears tear open the sky the world is phosophorus illuminated then fades back to near darkness The storm… Continue reading Riding the Storm
Distraction….An interlocking Rubaiyat
Distraction Long empty days I look for distraction Life is too short to live with abstraction Can love fill the gap like words in a song Would it be real or fatal attraction Can’t sit and wait for the chance to be strong Need to find happiness a place to belong Follow the footsteps run… Continue reading Distraction….An interlocking Rubaiyat
Anthology Askew Communications
Tomorrow sees the launch of the fourth anthology published by Rheteroric Askew. Its full of short stories, flash fiction and poetry. I have some pieces of flssh fiction in the book. It is available on kindle or amazon print.
Butterfly Love
Floating high floating free Floating high floating free Abundant beauty for eyes to see Abundant beauty for eyes to see To see beauty, for eyes – free floating Floating high – abundant Gracious butterfly fill me with wonder Gracious butterfly fill me with wonder Remind me of the beauty love Remind me of the… Continue reading Butterfly Love
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 