Samantha Beardon's Blog, page 33

Escape

Escape

I shut out the  dark cloud of words 

circling like birds above my head        

reverberating penetrating piercing        

swords, causing injury by harsh

 sounds  cruel intent                                       

Silence  now my best defence          

this no time to mount              

a counterarguement

it will only cause offence

 I need to save my sanity                     

 in serenity                                             

Face and body language neutral

I am floating in a bubble

roaming in the soft resonance     

of  my internal space,well developed

from countless assaults

I release calmness         

focus on the harmless sounds 

of the house those

small comforting noises

welcome in the dark of the 

night or the eye of the storm 

My spirit is  not broken

I will survive anger without blows

I am wrapped in my tranquility

my submission is just remission      

Until I can escape

A poem using masculine, feminine, family rhyme, assonance, consonance  and alliteration.

Riding the storm

Sail shortened  she fights the storm

Threatening light, thickened  gloom

Gale increases the waves free form 

Highest tide this phase of the moon

Lee shore close, hear the warning horn

Frantic sailors  fearing their doom

Struggle on deck, two on the wheel

 as the ship makes a heavy heel

The captain orders take in sail

The crew release ropes then haul

Water cascading across the rail

Run under bare poles the next call

Stow top and mainsail,now pump, bail

 She comes upright with no stall

Bold partners fight the enemy

 Ride the storm fulfill their destiny

©Samantha Beardon

Celestial City

An Ottava Rima with an added refrain.

Celestial City  floating  in the sky

My heart is held prisioner in your vaults

We are of different worlds I ask why

my love was broached by your assaults

your universe is where I must apply

To break through a wall of blackened quartz

Inside the maze I could find a treasure

City of glass let me find my measure

Celestial City floating in the sky

By line

By-line.

She meets him on-line

She is feeling feckless

life devoid of excitement

her need making her reckless

On- line he gives her incitement

He wants her to send a picture

In a pose that is very seductive

she fights her moral stricture

thinking such ideas destructive

She wants to look and feel glamorous

she thinks a glimpse of stocking

he  is encouraging  and amorous

but of the stocking he is mocking

He gives her attention to capture

her need to be romantic

she is thinking bliss and rapture

he demands nudity; she feels frantic

She wants fun and flirtation

nudity feels  too shocking

too much to lose, a whole reputation

weeping hard, his chat she’s blocking

Met on-line

Erased his by-line.

I was challenged to use double rhyme words at the end of lines. Heres my first attempt. 

Idle Dream

An Ottava Rima

a,b,a,b,a,b,c,c

Those moments that I have, for idle dream,

Are not spent, in the pasts celestial halls

might …have … been, won’t change for all I scheme

it just means locked doors and closing walls

 dream future new, or lose my self esteem

 condemn myself to run the wheel, outdoors

 a need to cherish memories is great

can learn from the past before t’is too late

Museum of the mind

​Frozen in time, behind windows of glass

in the museum of the mind

Events from the past 

But how clean are those windows?

 From the thoughts we revive

When we dredge deep, in minds’ recesses

for treasures or lines

Have some of the mirrors

 become distorted,begrimed

As we struggle to focus, to keep them alive.

We use  tricks to remember

 the good and the bad

Hurt and misery, etched deep  a recurring repast,

Happiness  in a golden glow,

 romance set in amber, meant to last,

special moments, scattered around, hallmarked with glad

so many more stamped  bad or sad

The museum of the mind is

 stuffed full of concepts

But do these pictures and words

truely represent or project

Are some things forgotten

 have we added some lines

Are they a true picture or sanitised and swept

Frozen in time behind windows of glass

In the museum of the mind

Events from the past.

Fate

Fate

Planning a journey my heart races

chance to explore unknown places

in this world of exciting spaces

how to choose, stick a pin

that could mean lose or win

wish- list checked word by word

cut it down by a third

I travel far with little fear 

leave it to fate, or stay near here

a journey made by boot and foot

a different adventure new input

with a map to help me yet

though fate, a new course might have set

Shoot the moon

 My friend 

what is it you  mean to me

You listen to my problems

Never judge

Think of options

Sometimes fudge

Share my triumphs and my lows

Give support and rarely carp 

Hah!  makes you seem

 like an angel with a harp

However there is that other side

Wicked humour 

sometimes snide

gossip and rumour

your stock in trade

you take no prisoners if you are right

talk very loudly all the time

tend to behave badly when out at night

 

But my friend you are the best, a boon

you make me happy you make me sane

together we shout at the moon.

Updated version of my friend

Edited poem.

I wrote the poem Dressing Up kit 1970’s style. 

Which I posted a few days ago its been through 10 edit cycles and this is the result

Uneven laces

 

Ugly black laceups

like shiny leather shoe-boxes

slight squeak when I walked… 

and I had to buy them

how I hated those shoes

 

 First day, I dressed early

collar  scratchy and constricted 

apron with a crackle and an upside down watch 

hair neat starched cap perched on top

 

nurse kit in motion

Stepped into the classroom 

twenty four would be nurses

Uniformed and caped

Awed by skeletons and pickled hearts

foot on the  first rung  of the ladder

 

The navy blue clad sister  tutor 

in the frilly starched hat

Read us the rules

Then we were inspected

First test 

Hats too big, hair untidy, laces uneven

she tutted as she tweaked

little misdemeanors demonstrating our 

unsuitability to make the grade

Our transition to nurses in grave doubt

How I hated those shoes

Often mislaced  during the next three years.

I am the curse I am the legend

This is a Terzanelle with a rhyme pattern of

ABA¹, bCB, cDC, dED, eFE, fFAA¹

The water ripples dancing silvered

Joining and flowing to become the sea

I am the river rushing tempered 

If you listen hard you can hear my plea

I am the curse I am the legend

Joining and flowing to become the sea  

I am destruction I am resentment

If you listen hard you will hear my screams

I am the curse I am the legend

I utilise a siren’s schemes

To lure you to a fate you can’t forsee

If you listen hard you can hear my screams

I grow and expand as I hit the sea

As I roll and I crash, my power forms

To lure you to a fate you can’t forsee

Forever revenge will conjur up storms

As I roll and I crash my power forms

The water ripples dancing silvered

I am the river rushing tempered.