All Copyright.  AHH, THAT GUITAR! Sweet notes trickle down like soft rain on petals dripping from the strings In a cascade of sound to pool in my senses. As strings vibrate chords shower in waves, overlapping and harmonising to form a choral tide sweeping me along. As the music builds and thunders to a storm it carries me aloft to ride on the dark clouds pregnant with euphony. Then a rainbow of tones, changing colour through the spectrum, delights with its beauty until it quietly fades leaving me with the gold. MOONLIGHT MAGIC. Bathed in moonlight we were standing watching white surf kiss the shore. Always you have been my passion, I could never love you more. Never had you indicated any sign of love returned. Ever had I feared the danger telling you and being spurned. Then you touched me in the moonglow, eyes met eyes and couldn't part. I saw then, love's dart had broken through the firewall of your heart.  SUBTERFUGE Against the floral fabric, carpet of many hues, nacre of dewdrops glint on symmetry of silk, exquisite gossamer. Motionless the huntress waits calmly for her prey, death disguised as beauty, sinister subterfuge of the arch deceiver.  |
 BEHIND THE BARS. I watched him as he paced the cage up and down, up and down, boredom and disinterest shadowed in his eyes. My heart was crying, crying for him in his prison pacing, pacing. He must have died a thousand deaths behind those soulless bars. Far off woods and mountains beckoned calling, calling from his young days. meadow songs faint echoed from beyond his prison walls. Dull eyes followed as I left him. Did he sense my heart was wringing? Even yet his torment tears me, bear behind the bars.  AUTUMN'S REIGN. When arbors shed a golden shower and blushing trees shed leaves, they flutter gently from their bough to lie in crunchy sheaves. Autumn regally takes reign as Summer abdicates. Migrant birds take wing again, fly northward with their mates. The breath of day is cooler now, Sol starts his journey north. Summer blooms no longer flower as cold winds issue forth. For those of us in southern climes beneath the Southern Cross, we must prepare for colder times when Winter is the boss. |
