Five thirty in the morning laying wide awake mouth parched like the desert, bladder like a lake close my eyes and try to doze, need to be comatose curled down on my side, breathing deep willing myself back to sleep mind has other ideas, goes over issues, raise needless fears bladder grumbling hitting high, feels… Continue reading Wide awake
Author: Mary
I write as both Mary Bray and under the pseudonym of Samantha Beardon.
Padlocked Love.
Padlocked Love So many padlocks Locked with so much love Each locked compartment Bursting at the seams Once upon a time the symbol of fidelity Lovers clipped them to a rail Threw away the key Thousands of padlocks Sitting in a row A sign of relationships Waiting time to grow Years pass by and the… Continue reading Padlocked Love.
My home
Inside my bag are packed the things that fill my heart with joy the faded, threadbare shawl that whispers a tinplate soldier toy. Inside my bag wrapped well in cloth a tiny mirror fragment immortalised inside that glass the ghosts of those I love Some memories are intransigent Inside my bag stowed very safe two… Continue reading My home
Whispering Truth to Power
The Line
A SYMETRELLE This is the line do not cross Don’t refuse to talk that’s dumb unjust Don’t Lash out – it will only breed mistrust In relationships lose the moral high ground Chose your reactions wisely, they need to be sound Your drivers your beliefs turn judgements round Try to think, not just react choices… Continue reading The Line
Escape
Escape I shut out the dark cloud of words. circling like birds above my head reverberating penetrating piercing like swords, injury by harsh sounds cruel intent … Continue reading Escape
Riding the storm
Sail shortened she fights the storm Threatening light, thickened gloom Gale increases the waves free form Highest tide this phase of the moon Lee shore close, hear the warning horn Frantic sailors fearing their doom Struggle on deck, two on the wheel as the ship makes a heavy heel The captain orders take in sail… Continue reading Riding the storm
Celestial City
An Ottava Rima with an added refrain. Celestial City floating in the sky My heart is held prisioner in your vaults We are of different worlds I ask why my love was broached by your assaults your universe is where I must apply To break through a wall of blackened quartz Inside the maze I… Continue reading Celestial City
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
