Spinning in Spiral…
I creep into a tangle
I’ve spun forsooth, a silvered web
Draped in need,
Dressed in lust, and endeavour
Look how she tries, endlessly tries
Let’s douse oneself,
In dancing, we’re disguised from
Expectation’s hollow cries
I once hopped here, swirled in spiral
Trickled like a breeze
Upon an Autumn leaf
Where I joined in a dance
Red, yellow, Amber
Swivelling in splendour
Where here we lived within the spirit
Spurred on by the moment
A gust of sweet wind
Broke the grip of our comforts,
To free us, as we danced our way
Into the ground. Slumberbound.
We’ll still rise once again,
Like geometric, spiral soup
Nature sets our rhythm, and conducts our pulse
Nothing lasts forever,
Yet somehow the new sing, still
In a musical order, carried on
By the past and the older, time spent
Written by Ellie Neves
The truth about the lost car keys, dawns upon me…In the flowerbed I was trying to uproot a stubborn Dandelion in, back in about June this year. I didn’t have a trowel to hand at the time, and obviously thought I’d improvise… and this is probably why I’ve not seen my car keys since around June!
Note to self- think it through, and next time, take a garden basket for actual garden tools (excluding self).
Also, spot the ladybird 😉
In the air
Like static, unspent.
Is the fear of time, and purpose wasted.
Everyday which goes by,
Without a routine,
(With, or without?)
It can scratch against my ‘ground’
Like a big fat Bat (or a rat)
Round bound (hush hush, why why!?)
Hard sweeping brush.
It’s etching away at the trail which I’d marked myself, in the vain hope I could ever, if needed, turn to the tattooed ground.
(What, and be found?)
To remind myself of the way I am headed, and the way I have come.
The path upon which, I thought I had gained some footing, it’s fading.
(and i’m not far behind)
It is during these moments, when locked inside,
A tightly binding labyrinth,
Of excessive reflection, that I long for the traveller’s Compass, to remind me of…
Which direction to take? In order, to step forwards and march on!
Sometimes, the colours on life’s map become faded.