Monthly Archives: April 2015

On The Day Of Our Wedding – A Sonnet For Love

I beseech you, husband
Be kind to me

And I beseech you, wife
Be fond with me

Travel closely with me
And keep me, loving, near

I am with you a lifelong time
Shorelines walked with truest hearts

With mind and soul and body
We face the world complete

And from our loving selves
May new life, joyful, leap.

This day is ours from which all springs
From here begin all our rememberings.

 

 

The Hospital Waiting Room

It’s here that life and death perhaps, weigh upon us, strangely still
So silently the twelve souls tick and measure snail-paced time
Until two more arrive to break the heartbeat of the ever waiting room
And so another joins and jolts us with her muted, half-heard voice
Not vital matters of the State but just an irksome quaver overheard.

Another, close by me, clicks her polished nails upon her shiny chair
In clicketty beat known only to her inner orchestra now grandly playing
Until she’s called, leaving the empty chair recovering from her form
Resuming life as a patient chair desiring to soothe, once more, another
As the twilight of time itself clicks on another notch with we who wait.

 

Jig O’ Th’ Sea An’ Th’ Golden Ale

I’m th’ master of me golden ale
An’ that’s th’ way to be
But should it lead to th’ olden jail
I’d run away to sea.

Yet I’d be back, no need to frown
I’d race me home for thee
I’d dance a jig from Bridport town
To clasp thee on me knee.

An’ home again, me bonny girl
I’d never again depart
We’ll marry wi’ a ring o’ pearl
For th’ mistress of me heart.

An’ who shall say t’was just a song
We’re golden as th’ day is long.