Long Legs

Striding over fleeting years,
The earth under my feet
Rotates so fast I trip and fall
And graze my hands and knees.

My legs are growing longer,
The years are getting short.
I don’t know how to stop this ride,
This speeding juggernaught.



For lunch today
I see my friend.
We eat and talk
And don’t pretend.

Review our lives,
Discuss our fears.
We laugh and then
Maybe some tears.

I like his shirt,
He loves my hair.
The cake arrives,
We smile and share.

Each secret aired,
Unspoken trust.
Though intimate,
It’s love not lust.

No fear of hurt,
Or need to hide.
A chance to talk
Of fears inside.

Don’t live your life
In solitude.
You need a friend
Like mine, with food.

Upon The Fell

You turn my thoughts
Into a whirl
Of senseless words
That dance and curl.

Each morning when
I rise from bed
This foolish dance
Trips in my head.

Words take their partners,
Dance a waltz.
What purpose serves
This unasked schmaltz?

And thus love takes
Its unkind toll.
It steals my heart
And tears my soul.

I must break free,
Be roused from verse
And find the way
To break this curse.

A ride far North
To your fair land,
Upon the fell
I’ll take your hand.

A quick poem, with the simplest metre and rhyme.
Inspired by love and archaic verse.


It’s colder today
The clouds have come back

I saw him last night
His hate in my dreams

Death did not release
The clutch of his fear

It’s cold in my heart
The clouds have come back

This is a guest post by a survivor