Love Did Not Fade

Her eyes did not wander
no kisses were shared
on another’s lips
love did not fade


she walked away
from mistrust
and pain



love did not fade

Lost in the words of a song –
a bitter boy
clings to the hands
of time
and the widow     separated
from the bride
by years of experience;
love does not fade
it all becomes part of his game


even when she is not the one
he is thinking of
love does not fade

it remains

hidden, locked away
the passion of six years
bittersweet, held tight

surrounded by wishes and desire

no it didn’t
does not
did not

~ Siobhan


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…


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.

Heart-frozen, tears turn to sleet – crystallized
salt tracks on red cheeks, an outline of pain
all too familiar. This time of year is
not among her favorites. Merry Christmas
and a happy New Year are foreign words
to a tongue twisted with memories.

Yet, as days grow longer, whispers of snow
replace the sting of words that splintered vows
with false confessions of love – too little
too late – forgotten. Broken silent
promises begin to fade; shattering
her patterns, left over from years ago.

A sense of falling – forward, not back, stirs
new resolve; opens possibilities.


April Showers

Stretched out on the couch, she thinks she hears each
drop as it splashes against the porch rail.
Is she listening for more than the rain?
Not that she would admit to anyone.

She relaxes into the memories,
his hands become liquid heat, each stroke and
each caress a sensation pouring down
the length of her body like a spring storm.

Her chest hammers with each clap of thunder;
the rumble burrowing deep inside.
A reminder of passion kept waiting
for that moment, his touch …no longer hers.

Highlighted by lightning flashes outside,
the April showers wash away the past.


I wish I could be
as nonchalant as you are.
When will winter end?

~ Siobhan

It wasn’t goodbye
just Winter’s chill cry of loss…
being without you



She won’t show her melancholy, it’s just
not something she can share or thinks he would
understand. Personal pain is just that
slice of her life she’d rather keep private.

Rather than her heart, she wears happiness
on her sleeve, a guise that fools everyone
and no one at the same time. Her laughter,
gloriously light, rings out loud and clear.
Her smile, crooked and bewitching, rests
just below her eyes – as a distraction.

To the casual observer, she’s found
life is an experience to be lived
in its fullest, passionate potential;
to eyes who know, her life’s less than perfect.