Saturday, 26 July 2014

Velvet Caress...



And in my darkest days

When the universe sees fit

To unleash its grievances

Upon this tortured frame

I do not falter

I do not fold unto its cruelties

For the promise of your silken touch

The soothing harmonies

Your caress provides

Will bring forth comfort

And, through the smooth, velveted fabric

Of your calming textures

I shall be whole again

Free

To praise the unwavering faithfulness

Of all that is you

My lifelong companion

My trusted friend

My steadfast saviour

Chocolate!


© Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Thursday, 24 July 2014

Drearily Beloved...



The Victorian widow

Threw back her veil

And not a jollier word

Was spoken

When to the Heavens

She raised her voice

With a chorus of

"Mourning Has Broken"



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Dark Skies...



Usually I simply post my poems onto my blog and say very little about them...infact, I say even less than that about them...ok, I say nothing at all about them!....however,  on this occasion....

Having written 'Dark Skies' based on the lives of ordinary people at the time of The Great War, I felt it was a good idea, as the Centenary of World War 1 approached, to try and raise funds for a forces charity.


Needless to say they are 'legion'...(no pun intended)...but as I consider myself to be an 'indie' poet, I looked for an 'Indie' charity.

The 'Not Forgotten Association',  who provide leisure and recreation opportunities for Service and ex-Service military personnel from the Royal Navy, Army and Royal Air Force who have been wounded or have sustained permanent injuries in the line of duty or after leaving the Service, fitted the bill perfectly, as this association is run by a very small band of dedicated people.

I hope you will download my spoken word poem from Bandcamp for the price of £1 as all proceeds raised during the World War 1 Centenary will be donated to 'The Not Forgotten Association' who continue to aid our armed forces personnel and deserve as much help as we, the public can give them...

Huge thanks, in advance to everyone, for chipping in and thus helping to perpetuate the wonderful work this charity provides....








DARK SKIES...

Dark skies hung as heavy 

As a fat dog's sweaty belly

When Arthur took her hand outside the abattoir.

And to the tune of doom filled moos

Arthur bit his lip and shuffled his shoes

Before asking Mary if she would be his girl


A gas light flickered into life

At the gas lamp lighting mans first strike

Adding dancing shadows to Mary's blushing cheeks

And as Arthur waited for a yea or nay

With a half chewed lip and a nervous sway

A stray dog paused to pee upon his leg




Pretending that she hadn't seen


Arthur's pants leg start to steam


Mary swallowed a titter and replaced it with a grin


Then giving Arthur's hand a squeeze


Whilst feeling quite weak at the knees


With an eager nod she agreed to be with him




And so their courtship began with joy


The young housemaid and the slaughterhouse boy


Snatching stolen moments 'tween cleaning and killing cows


And sure enough it wasn't long


Before true love blossomed and with passions strong


They were up the aisle exchanging heartfelt vows




In a two up two down in a tiny street,


The newly weds nuptials being complete,


A few months on saw Mary with news to share


And over a jellied eel and a plate of tripe


Arthur's eyes shed tears of delight


To hear of the child that Mary would soon bear




The years passed quickly, as they do


But their love for the other just grew and grew


Bringing two more babies to join the happy clan


And whilst Arthur's pay from his slaughtering days


Just about managed to keep hunger at bay


Mary fed well from the love she held for her man




But times were changing and very soon


More dark skies, bringing doom and gloom


Would empty their bowels on the happy family scene


And as nappies were washed and grazed knees fixed


A cruel world played nasty tricks


When war broke out, incinerating hopes and dreams




One by one young soldiers left


To fight for freedom as their families wept


Never knowing as they waved them off who would come home


And so it was she stood that day


A heartbroken Mary whose tears would say


" Be safe, my Arthur, don't leave us on our own"




Still, Mary had more luck than some


Although not often Arthur's letters did come


And she'd trace a fretful finger over each word


Which, written from some mud drenched trench,


Despite the cheer Arthur's prose did attempt,


Couldn't hide the horrors of a blood soaked, mindless world




But Mary had a plan in mind


To keep her busy until such time


As Arthur's slaughtering boots would once more rest


On the threadbare rug at the side of the bed


Where she prayed each day 'till her knees nearly bled,


And she smiled the more she thought about her quest




Off to the hospital she would go 


To tend to the wounded and let them know


That a caring, loving hand would help them cope


With their broken bones and their missing limbs


And their shattered minds, paying for the sins


Of those who sent them into hell without any hope




So it was, Mary walked that day


Homeward bound with a weary sway


But happy, to have served in helping those


Whose loved ones waited with baited breath


For the familiar tread upon a well worn step


As bent and buckled their heroes limped back home




It was just in passing the abattoir


That Mary's cheer began to sour


And pondering as to why she raised her eyes


To see above the darkening folds of the crumpling clouds


As they swallowed the gold of the morning's sun


To make way for sinister skies




Trying to ignore these foreboding flavours


Mary knocked on the door of her neighbour


And with a smile that belied her worry she carried on in


To cuddle her kids and to thank her friend


Upon whose kindness Mary's work did depend


But the face that greeted Mary's wore a veil of grim




The kids were chewing on their bread and jam


As Mary was passed the telegram


And a shaking hand sensed the weight of the words within


And thunder groaned and muffled the cries of a grief stricken Mary

Who, through tear soaked eyes


Read "Deeply regret..." before collapsing as her world caved in




Dark skies, thankfully, didn't last


And the sacrifices made in the Great War's pernicious past


Allowed for a peaceful new start in a troubled world


Where despite the relief and the jubilation


The human cost didn't warrant celebration


As grieving families struggled to come to terms




And as for Mary and her much loved brood


Well, times were hard but they struggled through


And on many occasion they'd wander to the abattoir


To stand on the corner where she'd reminisce 


About simpler times and true loves first kiss


When the slaughterhouse boy asked the housemaid to be his girl




Now bright skies saunter overhead


As we pay our respects to the bold, brave dead


Who gave the ultimate so we could live our lives


Lives we should cherish every day


Remembering the freedom that came our way


Through the Arthur's and the others who for our sake gave up theirs.



 ©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Me and Mine...



Me and mine

Will in time

Rule the skies again

And when we do

Yours and you

Will pay for all our pain



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Sunday, 13 July 2014

One Day...



One day

All that was me

Will be nothing more

Than a bulging carrier bag

In a charity shop

Longing

For the approval

Of strangers

©  Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Friday, 11 July 2014

Misery...



In case you are confused

Misery is my Muse

I cry

I'm fine!

I hurt

Sublime!

'Cos Misery is my Muse




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012

Thursday, 10 July 2014

Where Flies The Crow...



Where flies the crow

On this drab and dreary day?

He flies up to the highest branch

His kingdom to survey.

And where are his subjects

That he should be so proud

Why there they are

Dressed in their best

Tucked snugly in the ground



Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 2.8.2012