Author: Mary

I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.

By line

By-line. She meets him on-line She is feeling feckless life devoid of excitement her need making her reckless On- line he gives her incitement He wants her to send a picture In a pose that is very seductive she fights her moral stricture thinking such ideas destructive She wants to look and feel glamorous she… Continue reading By line

Idle Dream

An Ottava Rima second stanza added a,b,a,b,a,b,c,c Those moments that I have, for idle dream, Are not spent, in the pasts celestial halls might …have … been, won’t change for all I scheme it just means locked doors and closing walls  dream future new, or lose my self esteem  condemn myself to run the wheel,… Continue reading Idle Dream

Museum of the mind

​Frozen in time, behind windows of glass in the museum of the mind Events from the past  But how clean are those windows?  From the thoughts we revive When we dredge deep, in minds’ recesses for treasures or lines Have some of the mirrors  become distorted,begrimed As we struggle to focus, to keep them alive.… Continue reading Museum of the mind

Fate

Fate Planning a journey my heart races chance to explore unknown places in this world of exciting spaces how to choose, stick a pin that could mean lose or win wish- list checked word by word cut it down by a third I travel far with little fear  leave it to fate, or stay near… Continue reading Fate

Shoot the moon

 My friend  what is it you  mean to me You listen to my problems Never judge Think of options Sometimes fudge Share my triumphs and my lows Give support and rarely carp  Hah!  makes you seem  like an angel with a harp However there is that other side Wicked humour  sometimes snide gossip and rumour… Continue reading Shoot the moon

Sparkling frost warmed by the sun

My love is not of the springtime Blossoms, nesting birds and new born lambs Rising sap and sprouting leaf Nor  is it the love  of summertime Bursting buds, showy flowers, perfumed air Hot wind, heating the skin It is not the love of  autumn  Falling leaves, rain and cold wind Hot and cold alternately  My… Continue reading Sparkling frost warmed by the sun

Youthfulness v age or Ode to the Older woman

In your teens you were shy No self confidence, didn’t pull the guys Body language, tended to say, dont talk, go away In your thirties feeling better career confidence, go getter  still  self conscious but trying harder Body language more blaise  come talk, I might stay In your forties, life full on career rocketing, running… Continue reading Youthfulness v age or Ode to the Older woman

Misty Dawn

Misty Dawn Two souls dancing an aerial ballet in the calm dappled light of misty dawn flying and zooming without interplay two souls dancing an aerial ballet saying a farewell they can’t delay as the zephyr breeze  plays a carillon two souls dancing an aerial ballet In the calm dappled light of the misty dawn… Continue reading Misty Dawn