Woman Lost
Shattered glass of affairs gone wrong
Form the key to midnight in a song
The vision exists to lead her astray
But whispers in her head let her stay
She runs to a tortured place in black
Where she's struck like a lightning smack
Darkness overcomes her, the love is lost
She freezes below zero in the frost
Then the trade of angels hear her cry
And winds carry them through the sky
The chamber of gods let her nest
In the celestial bed made for her rest
She melts into the quicksand Jesus
And wakes up out of anesthesis
A Winter's Tale
A winter's tale is one that is often told
Where sun shines after the rain
Tainted through the process of pain
Where summer remains on hold
As wet grass lies still on the wet ground of the hill
Culpable art, woven by nature's seasonal craft
Told before like a red, red rose in winter's draught
And here I sit in the cold staring through a window sill
Still, bushes and trees rustle, the glaze piercing my eye
Still, magpies crouch and colourful birds fly by
Still, the silence is greeted with sounds
Still, the rock pond procreates and spray pounds
A winter's tale has been here before
And will come again like Shakespeare's plays
Will I sing the new verse's praise
Probably not, as the air grows colder and stays
© Mark Pirie
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