A Spoonful of Wonder

Fables and fantasy his forte, art
the heart of his soul,
he flew over, around, and through our lives –
bigger than life himself.
A simple tune to stir a smile,
a ditty to elicit a chuckle;
he loved the odd, strange, and the fantastic.

With his parry and thrust of wordly wit,
he countered my poetry with his own.
Themed, random, passionate or platonic,
round for round early Saturday mornings
canto and verse road the air waves.

Between a bite of cherry pie or spoon
of lemon tart, he welcomed us to step
“Just across the hall from reality”
and ours will not be the same – now…
~

Siobhan
3/12/15

I will miss you, friend, and yet hold you in a smile of memory, Hugh. Thank you for sharing this space and time with us.

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She Keeps on Writing

 

Glamorous at thirty-four, she was young,

flippant and free.  You’d never guess she was

a single mother of rambunctious boys –

two charmers – their father’s eyes and her smile –

a dangerous combination for life.

 

Slipped into silk, or satin or black lace,

green eyes sparkling, she took on the world,

her imagination the written word.

She danced beneath the moon, believed in love,

friendship wrapped with passion and desire,

and a dash of lust for late night romance.

 

Attractive at forty-five, in her dreams

excitement exists, life holds promises

yet to be found with opportunities

undiscovered – so she keeps on writing…

 

©Siobhan

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