The Lady of the Lakes

The Lady wept.
She let out screams
that could not be heard
above the roaring hoards
that had invaded
her wilderness.

The Lady wept.
Her reflection quivered
on the surface, calm
as time slowly dripped,
her past life tripped
through acidic forests.

The Lady wept.
The air filled with fumes
like smokers rooms
Once undiscovered,
now silently smothered
in paradise lost.

The Lady wept.
Her tears filled the lake
dissolved the fears
of unborn years
The people stopped to think
To drink the holy water
Overcome with sorrow

The people wept
For Our Lady of Tomorrow.

D.Hinson

Unmasked

No lines for worries to get trapped in
Gift wrapped in, Sinner and Saint
Torn from the same skin.
Wild hair to catch nothing but the breeze
Eyes so clear no deception could cross
The deserts where thoughts flow
On waves of desire they echo
Crashing onto the shore of wanting no more
Satisfied to reside in the shelter
Unarmed, where snakes lay charmed
Waiting for the heat haze to rise.
Naked, Love needs no disguise.
Unmasked, No need for spare baggage
or a horse drawn carriage
we travel down fresh tracks
with no lines for worries to get trapped in.

D.Hinson

Poppies (for the unknown soldiers)

 

How strange.The Dead flowers
took hours to rearrange.

Ivy wrapped around
his pale skin hiding him
from the wind and rain.

Saturated stems bowed down
towards his pale blue lips.
Kissing him softly.

Roots embraced him.
dragging him deep underground
feeding the beasts in her burrows.

In the warmth of the Earth
he lay as Spring burst through
the wasteland above.

Unarranged, the flowers
blood red and well fed
a carpet on the waste land.

He loved to pick wild flowers
Fill hours rearranging
them to please his  love.

She walked through the poppies
tears drenched the earth
in The Summer heat.

She gathered the wildflowers
as he slept beneath her feet.

D.Hinson
Nov 11 09

Magpie Feathers

Dressed in magpie feathers
she hid behind dark glasses
stole glances for tomorrow
from unsuspecting guests.

Drawn in black and white
the world revolved around her
Attracting gold and silver
she furnished her  fine nest.

Dressed in magpie feathers
stuffing  superstitions
in her lucky bag she found
her sparkle has been raided.

She stormed out of the city
She brooded on the horizon
she learned to love the grey clouds
while her friends became jaded.

She danced in the dewdrops
to the sound of the rain falling
she waited to catch the rainbow
but no longer needed  gold

Dressed in magpie feathers
full of glistening raindrops
they sparkle like bright diamonds
She never can be sold.

The New Gods

They worship their gods
in microchip monasteries
with silicon spires.*

They pray for more memory
invisible storage
to fill with desire.

They crave pure perfection
Nature’s song rejected
by their holy choir.

While They build  Utopia
we are burnt offerings
sacrificed in the fire.

D.Hinson
Oct 09

Inspired by a short story ‘Goliath’  in Neil Gaiman’s ‘Fragile Things’ book.