A Villanelle

Cock a doodle doo.

I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head,
It’s three in the morning and its dark outside,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.

Three-thirty comes as I wriggle in bed,
The rain pelts down; all sleep is denied.
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head

There’s nothing to do, my book is read,
It’s four in the morning and hope has died,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.

The cat is purring and its fur has shed,
My nose starts to tickle; the clock ticks, “Five,”
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head.

Five bloody thirty, all sleep has fled,
I’ve cursed all the pleasures of the country side,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.

“It’s six.  Rise and shine,” the old man said,
He’s stone deaf and all bushy eyed.
I squeeze shut my eyes; put a pillow on my head,
Cock a doodle doo, the roosters said.

Mandy Edwards © 2017

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A street i know well

Street lamps penetrate the dark
like giant glow-worms.
Confused moths, blind to a false sun,
dive in crazed abandon.
Mist wraps damp fingers round my throat
like a cold silk scarf.
A black shape streaks across the street
and over a garden wall.
Low growls break the silence.
“Leave it. Bad dog. Good dog.”
A ribbon of light blinks cheerfully
through cracks in curtains as
shadow puppets dance their night time rituals.
The dog presses his warm wet nose
in the palm of my hand and smiles.
White teeth gleaming.
We follow the glow bugs home.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2017

Sea Goddess

Sea Goddess

Sand disappears in rivulets
Beneath her sun-drenched legs,
As she exhales, inhales, exhales;
Deep in meditation.

She digs her toes into the ocean floor
And slowly moves her hips. Circles
Rhythmically, as if orbiting the sun;
Dips into her purse with salty fingers.

An intake of breath. She moves again.
Her pulse quickening as the rising tide
Fingers her hidden crevices, hissing
And spitting like molten lava.

A final thrust of the hips, she dissolves
In a flurry of frothing surf.
A long shuddering breath. A satisfied sigh.
Her body sated. Her mind at rest.

Awakened to her aloneness,
She curls into the empty shell of herself,
And listens.
Listens to the ocean whispering her name.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2017

Artist: Valentina Cantor

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)

Forever Together

If we could be together
Would you hold me close
So I can hear your breath?

Forever.

If we could be together,
Would you take my hand
And wipe away my tears?

Forever.

If we could be together,
Would you keep me filled
With overflowing love?

Forever.

If we cannot be together. Ever.
Will you slip into my heart
So I can feel you there,

Forever?
Mandy Edwards (c) 2016
(Edited)

Man and Wife

I lie with you beneath this willow tree;
Whose viridescent branches hide us here,
And listen to the shrieks of surfers, free,
Unfettered by the burdens that we bear.
This gift of time allows my thoughts to ease.
I sigh; relax and watch you drift away,
Enchanted by the shadows of the leaves,
That dance upon your face in gleeful play.
I slow my heart in time to beat with yours,
And marvel at each gentle breath you take,
I feel the rising swell of inner shores,
And turn my back upon some distant ache.
For in this magic place no worldy strife,
Can take away our love as man and wife.

Mandy Edwards (c) 2015
(Edited version)