The Web

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It is not easy to be me

Forever wanting to be free.

A tiny little bird

Fighting hard to be heard .

 

Caught up tight in the spiders web

Bound by feet, hands and head.

To the spot tightly glued

Prisoner to the silent feud.

 

Trying hard to keep the faith

Working towards heavens’ gate.

I try hard not to give in

But my independence is seen as a sin.

The Lovers

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They meet in secret places always hidden from view.

It is not the way they want it to be , but it’s what they have to do.

They do not respect the weather no more than it does them.

It makes no difference to them they need each other again and again.

 

Hidden from preying eyes , keeping out of the light

They are born  not to be together, how can that  be right.

Sadly they both married young though not to one another

Finding  each other  too late, which made them star crossed lovers.

 

The pain they suffer stifles them, it sucks them dry

Inside they are shriveling up, such pain yet no tears left to cry.

They are getting older why don’t  they just embrace the truth

Surely their families must know,  and they have now lost their youth.

 

The trouble is they are old school they care for people’s feeling’s

They love their children and put them first however their senses start reeling.

But it is so hard to love one person yet stay with another

To forgo your feelings for your lover and make do with the one you wed that you just see as a brother.

Kate Bush

I just had to post this for all you old school Kate Bush followers, I used the Placebo version because it’s raw darkness fitted my poem better  but this is the ONE

Running for life

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Step after step I drag myself through the rain

Blind to all around me , my  mind closed to the pangs of pain.

Fear, hatred and panic screaming in my head, loathing causing in my veins.

Step after  blooded step , fast as I can and yet it is coming still gaining.

I stumble and fall , legs and arms graze I crawl no point in complaining.

Hot breath on my neck I shudder in fear I smell his rank sweat as he draws near

I feel his claws scrape at my flesh, I loose a scream of primal fear.

Ripping at my dress and  hair I run for my life, to look over my shoulder I don’t dare.

No choices left to me, naught I can do . I stand and face the beast  for death I prepare.

Eyes red as the devil pure evil it seems it closes on me the worst of all my bad dreams.

Caught in his clutches, mercy is not on the cards, so  I beg for divine intervention

Praying  hard, His nostrils are flaring he’s baring his fangs letting me live is not his intention.

Finally all I can do is fall on my knees and pray , why must this horror be my last of days.

Suddenly after a thunderous noise a white flash as lightening  carved him in half God be Praised.

Broken and bleeding I lay in the mud,my life slipping out of me no fight left no more……..

At Least I Tried.

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He came upon the midnight clear

Settled close to me then whispered in my ear.

There is nothing in this world for you to fear.

Nothing, never more my dear!

So come with me let us escape at once from here.

 

 

He was so black and handsome his feathers oiled and slick

His beak so sharp and shiny, I wondered if he, would me nip?

His beady eyes so sparkled they made my heartbeat flip.

He made me feel alive at last my heart began to tick.

He promised  me earnestly that this was no trick.

 

 

From my vantage point up in the oldest tree

There was no part of the landscape that I could not see.

Come, come enticed he, take heart my girl believe in me.

Be brave he urged ,come take flight you and I shall be free

 

 

If only, my beauty, my sweetest girl you believe in me!

I closed my eyes and spread my arms out wide

I felt his jet black wings brush my face and side.

I stood and stepped forth, he could not, his excitement hide.

I felt the wind take me up, my senses scream as I began to glide

I heard his  laughter as I fell, and on the forest floor died .

 

No one knew, no one cared not one single soul cried.

As for me?…… well at least I had tried.

The Letter

Dear all

I have I have  had to come to make two very hard decisions !

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As you may or may not of known I was away for ten days. I did try to read your posts and “Like” and comment  but this was not easy and as it caused trouble with my partner I had to let things slide.

I have taken the decision, though I am not happy to have, to delete the back log of emails I had accrued. I did this  so that I can give you all my best attention now. I have limited time right now to use  the computer  so I have decided to try and catch up with what posts I can from the WordPress Reader.

My second decision is also very harsh and hard for me to do  but I am going to have to say I cannot accept anymore awards from you my fellow bloggers. The thing is my writing causes friction, so it it easier ( and I know most cowardly ) for me to write as when my partner is not here or at least  not to be writing for too long in the evenings or when he is around. I have loved receiving all the awards and have been very grateful and honoured with each one that has arrived in my mail  but they take up so much time and I really want to devote what time I have to my my poetry and prose.

I hope that you will all forgive me for taking these measures  but it is the only way I see to move forward , as my dear friend Wendell  has advised me to do.

Please remember I am so grateful to be part of this WordPress press family and that I love and value you all very much!

With love and hugs to you all

willow xxxxx

Drowning in Email

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Hello all my friends, hello everyone .

I have been away and not been able to sort my mail for so long!

I have tried to read all your posts and comment on them too

Yet I am drowning in the task , lets’ face it there is only so much one girl can do!

 

I am working through all the mail and doing my very best

But I am drowning in the email whilst doing returning chores, this, that and the rest.

So I beg your indulgence , please give me a chance to catch up with all your lovely posts.

I only have so much time, I can’t stay on here too long. I promise I shall get there. I am giving you my most!!

 

Ending

Back they came, the scratches and the cuts.
The respite was at an end there were no ifs or buts.
The sunset would be witnessed for just one last lingering time. Then soon the long flight home pretending all is fine,

Red

She could never out run the red fear  nor could she from it hide.
Closed eyes can  not protect her from the red that would attack her from any hidden side.

She strained to avoid the anger she always seemed to attract.
Failing sadly  by the way side falling foul to his anger and attack.

Ever trying to walk gently not to wake the wrath. Silently creeping around keeping her head down making sure she was off the graph

The red just comes it gives no warning.
No reason or rhyme no chance for reconciliation on the dawning. Covered ears are no protection daydreams a fleeting cushion with gentler memories ripe for resurrection.

Even sunshine was no protection was there any point to this deception.
Thoughts of change to say enough and just walk out.
No she is weak and maybe addicted…… She will stay, without a doubt

Hopelessness

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Where is she going and where has she been.

She is the most  hopeless soul you have ever seen

Why is she out there why so alone .

Does no one miss her, has she no loving home.

Where are her parents , her teachers and friends

Is this all that is left to her, is this hopelessness where she ends.

 

Out in all weather, aimless, sharing a bench with the old men in the park.

Scrounging for coffee and scraps of food at back doors of the restaurants after dark.

Her Mother’s boyfriend was too fond of her,her Mum to frightened or to busy to care

Her teachers uncaring didn’t notice the signs, her lost weigh and dull eyes, a sudden loss of all flair.

It all came to a head when her Mum found her with  HIM in bed.

Mum wouldn’t listen to a word that she said.

He had raped her, she had pleaded her case .

But her  Mum had screamed at her and then slapped her face

 

So now lost and lonely with no where to go

She wonders the big city her fears in full flow.

No one to love her no one to care she is homeless and helpless and underage.

Already she is changing , she has stolen for drink her life’s spiraling downward and her head’s full of rage.

Why had Mum not listened , why had Mum let him push her out

She lost and she is hopeless prey to demons and doubt………………….