There is no poetry in my life
without you.
My muse, my light, my soul -
Where have you gone?
One short glorious year
I knew you,
And words came tumbling forth
in joyful song.
But then you left. As quickly
as you came.
And though I've begged you:
Speak, please speak to me.
All I've ever heard
Is silence.
No-thing but silence. Oh.
Is that your final gift to me?
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015.
Tuesday, 22 September 2015
Tempest-Tost
A patch work quilt
in greys and muted blues
unravels in the dark horizon.
The wind-whipped lake
foams at the mouth like miniature horses
drowning in their freedom.
Tawhirimatea (God of winds)
bursts his bellows.
Each squall a heaving primal breath.
Mother Earth, Papatuanuku
bows her head in deference
to her offspring:
Who Is Wild,
long since released
from her embrace.
Sky God, Ranganui
shakes his fist with untold fury;
Eyes flash fire
And rent in two an old man pine.
The heavens open.
We taste those first fat tears, then run.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
in greys and muted blues
unravels in the dark horizon.
The wind-whipped lake
foams at the mouth like miniature horses
drowning in their freedom.
Tawhirimatea (God of winds)
bursts his bellows.
Each squall a heaving primal breath.
Mother Earth, Papatuanuku
bows her head in deference
to her offspring:
Who Is Wild,
long since released
from her embrace.
Sky God, Ranganui
shakes his fist with untold fury;
Eyes flash fire
And rent in two an old man pine.
The heavens open.
We taste those first fat tears, then run.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
Sunday, 9 August 2015
Shine your light
When I was but a child,
I would read all day and night,
Shine my torch beneath the blankets,
Create shadows with the light.
I would read all day and night,
Shine my torch beneath the blankets,
Create shadows with the light.
Why now afraid of shadows?
They're just illusions of the mind,
If you shine your light upon them,
Truth and beauty you will find.
They're just illusions of the mind,
If you shine your light upon them,
Truth and beauty you will find.
Be filled with light, not darkness,
Keep that torch switched on,
And whenever you resist it,
Chase those shadows right along.
Keep that torch switched on,
And whenever you resist it,
Chase those shadows right along.
They’ll slink into the corners,
Til your light scares them away,
Keep them running, do not waver,
Soon they won’t be back to stay.
Til your light scares them away,
Keep them running, do not waver,
Soon they won’t be back to stay.
Mandy Edwards. (c) 2015
(Edited version)
(Edited version)
Thursday, 7 May 2015
Bits and Pieces
I looked into my fridge tonight and all that I could find,
Were lots of bits and pieces, which had me in a bind.
Oh, what could I create, to satisfy the rumblings,
From lots of bits and pieces and associated grumblings?
A cup of curly pasta, a grater full of cheese -
A dash of chilli sauce - yes! Surely that will please.
A bowl of last night's rice. A chunk of pepperoni,
Onion, pepper, ham - hands off. That's for adults only.
How about an omelette? Whisk up the milk and eggs,
Eyeball down the wine bottle; sniff sadly at the dregs.
Two tins of spaghetti! Oh, what a find!
Toast the crusts of stale bread, nobody will mind.
A limp looking lettuce, grated carrot and some rocket,
Sorry 'bout the bits and pieces! Today I'm out of pocket.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
Were lots of bits and pieces, which had me in a bind.
Oh, what could I create, to satisfy the rumblings,
From lots of bits and pieces and associated grumblings?
A cup of curly pasta, a grater full of cheese -
A dash of chilli sauce - yes! Surely that will please.
A bowl of last night's rice. A chunk of pepperoni,
Onion, pepper, ham - hands off. That's for adults only.
How about an omelette? Whisk up the milk and eggs,
Eyeball down the wine bottle; sniff sadly at the dregs.
Two tins of spaghetti! Oh, what a find!
Toast the crusts of stale bread, nobody will mind.
A limp looking lettuce, grated carrot and some rocket,
Sorry 'bout the bits and pieces! Today I'm out of pocket.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
Saturday, 21 February 2015
Learnin' the guitar
Three little birds
Gotta get the rhythm
da da-da da da-da
gotta keep in time
da da-da da da-da
no more thoughts
da da-da da da-da
a–crowdin’ my mind.
Changin’ to an A
da da-da da da-da
fingers in pain
da da-da da da-da
it’s gonna be alright
da da-da da da-da
kinda sounds the same,
Don’t worry ‘bout a thing
da da-da da da-da
searchin’ for a D
da da-da da da-da
“three little birds”
da da-da da da-da
are singin’ to me.
Changin’ to an ‘E’
ah ah-ah ah ah-ah
haven’t gotta clue
da da-da da da-da
it’s gonna be alright
da da-da da da-da
that's the message
for you.
for you.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
Saturday, 15 November 2014
Unravelling the threads.
I'm knotted up inside
knit one, purl one
As panic starts to rise
slip one, drop one
Tears betray my eyes
knit one, purl one
The child in me cries
slip one, drop one
It comes as no surprise
knit one, purl one
Fear is my disguise
slip one, drop one
My ego tries to hide
knit one, purl one
The truth of me inside
slip one, drop one
But damn it I shall try
knit one, purl one
To darn out every lie
slip one, drop one
And as my needles fly
knit one, purl one
Stitch love into the sky
slip one, drop one
Done.
Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
(Edited version)
Sunday, 2 November 2014
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