November Poems 06

Desperate Uncovered

she sleeps
beneath gaily printed sheets;
dormant until interest
pulls them apart
with the caress of a lover
or the violence
of a serial killer

Of her thousand selves
only a precious few
will be asked to tell her tale
and be admired
or emulated
or plagiarised

While the rest
have their covers torn away
and she is pulped,
returned, recycled
or put on two-for-one sales
and internet bargains
in the forlorn hope
she will wake once more
from cover sheets
and slipcases.

Hartland Abbey Bench

among the ferns
a simple bench awaits
the weary walker

November Poems 05

Murder, a Muse

I once was thought and deed,

a careless word, a judgement made

too harsh!

and then I grew

a fallen branch -- a broken skull

makes marks upon a blameless man

who fled into the dark

with sudden thirst soon quenched;

a sharpened flint

a wooden pole and sinew

and the cycle grows

until a birth in rage and pain

and I am here with you again.

Central Station

on the bridge
marvels of architecture
cast iron roof

Night Sky

homeward bound
in the sky over Yorkshire
fireworks

November Poems 04

Maybe A Happy Ending After All

ninety thousand words
and the killer is cornered
revealed
and asked the pertinent
'why?'
she has the choice
of lying or telling the truth
but chooses instead
to throw herself
on the mercy of the heroine
and claim love

Jade Wadeson Mason

red roses
on an unmarked grave
black marble preserved