iSight

(Observations in the January Sales).

I knew that you would be there,
somewhere
amongst the throbbing music
and glittering lights,
but at first I couldn’t find you.
There were old people, wearied
and many beautiful young creatures too
each flirting with their kind
but you weren’t amongst them
in their camouflage.
Then, as often in a dream
your apparition emerged,
no longer vague, formless
but bright, vibrant, intoxicating,
wearing all your Christmas gifts
at the same time.

© Graham Sherwood 12/2012

And Trio

Fate called whilst I was sleeping,
and took your hand
and tried to pay me with warm memories
and future fiction
in exchange for your company.

You were powerless to resist,
and looked to leave
and mouthed a feeble parting kiss
and held my trembling temple
with cold and lifeless fingers

Fate threw me a satisfied smile,
and hid you from my view
and mesmerized my thoughts
and lifted you to its breast
to sever the chord between us.

In the silence of the night,
and when two minds are better than one
and crackling leaves need kicking
and my wrinkled hand searches
I miss you.

© Graham Sherwood 12/2012

Mixed Blessings

He watches starlings darkening the sky in a flocking balletic curve
and with two fingers to his lips sends them his gentle benison.
She seated naked at her cello sends chords across the room
that brush his shoulders and shake the somnolence of his stance.
Without a sound the black cloud plummets to its roost, like death
there is no premonition only voids to fill and tears to shed.
As curtains draw, her notes too will sink to low esteem in melancholy
pale thighs embrace spruce shoulders and the languorous bow moans.

© Graham Sherwood 12/2012