At the end of each day
I write a mental list
Of the things I have done
And those that I’ve missed.
The list never grows less
But I try to justify to myself
I’ve made good progress.
I always want to do more
I always over-estimate
There is so little achieved
Perhaps it is my fate
To always feel that it’s not
Enough. I should have worked
Extra time striving hard to
Write on and not have shirked.
I feel guilty for things not done
Why not relax and have some fun?
Perhaps because I feel my life
Was wasted by being a wife
And mother. Yet I am proud
Of what my children have become
Feet set well on the path begun
So I shouldn’t be glum!
This summer I reach another decade
Time rushes on, stopping for no man
So if I hope to make the grade
I must work, so I can span
The wasted years. God has blessed
Me with talent I must not waste
So that remains my hopeful quest
So I strive to make every haste
To learn, improve and do whatever I can.
Yet much is lost and much is missed
Worrying whether my poetry will scan
Friends and lovers should be kissed
Life should be lived and wishes wished
Perhaps I should be driven to fill
My hours with pleasure and fun
For while I sharpen my quill
My time may almost have been run.
Clouds And Seagulls
Seagull sat on a chimney-pot
Unmoving watching the world below
Kind of comic standing as if it’s got
Knowledge of where the winds blow.
Arrogantly posed like a handsome man
Expecting to be admired.
Clouds decorate the sky behind him
Moving so slowly they appear still
Promising weather dark and grim
The seagull looks like he could kill
The clouds and rule the world
For centuries to come.
The gull moves from one pot to another
Still poised ignoring the clouds at bay
Standing sentry for wife or mother?
Uniform smart of white and grey.
Yet ominous as a harbinger of bad
Weather long expected.
Another seagull flies and he follows
Is she late, getting ready for your date?
Swooping, soaring above like swallows
Acrobatically turning a figure eight
With pride and dignity they wheel
Dismissing my insults.
My car is decorated with their love
Precision bombing from above
The clouds will soon soak the scene
And leave my car sparkling clean.
Do the seagulls know I wish them gone
From my vicinity?
Yet I am jealous as they soar high
Do they despise me stuck here on earth
And wish me a special goodbye?
Or consider me of so little worth
They dance in the sky for simple joy
Ignoring my existence?
I won’t write a poem today
I have not got enough time
Or anything much to say
That is worth making it rhyme!
The poems I’ve written recently
Are really not my best work.
I should sit and write my Regency
And not just stare and shirk.
On Saturday, Guilt I penned
Seagulls and clouds came next
Not sure if they’ll ever mend
Perhaps I should stick to writing text.
But the lads tempt me to have fun
And watch them with their cues
No-one can please everyone
I try to resist, I really want to refuse
If I succumb to the lures of the baize
My heroine will not become a bride
The hero with love will never blaze
My dilemma, please do not deride
Me. Most days I work really hard
And write whatever they tell me to
But today I fear being tarred
With feathers for what I want to do!
I know I should stir my witch’s brew
And let my characters fly or swim
But temptation lurks, I can’t pooh pooh
The longing to succumb to a whim.
So please forgive me if I am torn
With desire to watch snooker on TV
Rather than write lovers forlorn
But I can see Ronnie’s on a spree!
Mannanan son of Lir has woven his magic brought the mist
The Isle now blanketed, with a single flourish of his wrist
No birds cry out in shrouds of bandaging white
The sun cannot reach through and is lost from sight.
Houses, cars, roads, people, all have vanished
Sounds are muffled, the island banished
Into fae, as Mannanan shields us from the day.
Five nations should be seen,
From Snaefell’s pinnacle
Surrounded by a sea of green
Now none are visible.
All the land that is in sight
Is draped with air of ghostly white
Sight and sound are locked away
Now we are descending into fae.
If fairies danced right in front of me,
I would not doubt what I did see.
But beg to be allowed to follow
To dance along, risking no tomorrow
Let the magic drag me far within
The dance would swirl me in a spin
Of time passing Oh so slow
I would follow I would go.
I would leave this plodding world behind
Treading a measure with fairy kind
Family, friends I don’t even wave farewell
Knowing fae will sound out my death knell
Yet I have no desire to fight
Or hide from those fairies’ sight.
To enter fae and know it’s real
To see, to touch, to hear, to feel
Even though I will never return
To tell the world what I have learned.
Wave your magic over me today
Or let the sun brightly burn away
Your foggy mist and leave the Isle
To bask is sunshine for a while.
If your magic is that strong
Let me hear the music of your song.
Or flee foul God back where you belong
You must accept that it is wrong
Of you to bring the magic of the past
Into the future, let this be the last
Time you veil our glorious land
With the magic you have fanned
Making us desire your mystic skill
Tingling our skin with imagined thrill
Only to leave us in reality once more
Dive into the ocean, depart our shore.
Never return for never more
Sink back into your days of yore
Don’t tease us with magic from long ago
Which you won’t reveal or let us know
Keep your secrets, stay deep below
Hide your cards so they don’t show
Or offer delights we must forego.