On My Way To Campus, Spring

The third poem in a series of four which I wrote in between 2010 and 2013, whilst I was in university.

In the trickles of light, all the carpets so flushed
With awakening blooms rolled the path to my feet.
While the light-footed breeze through my hair had it brushed The new floral ensemble shook their hips to my beat.
Then the leaves called to me, ‘We are born once again!
We light hope for the young of our old hopping friends,
For the bard by the trees and the child on the plain
And the bubbling vagrants who run round the bends.’
Let them rest on the greens as they all share the sun,
Let their tongues taste the sprays of the succulent brew.
In my warm, thoughtful trot, I heard time come undone.
Now let time pull the strings so we won’t bid adieu.

On My Way To Campus, Winter

The second poem in a series of four which I wrote in between 2010 and 2013, whilst I was at university.

None but her white blanket and a robin redbreast
In an empty street where shadows start to fade.
Winter brought its comrades home and all the rest
Her frosty fingers cruelly came to raid.
With every step I took I heard another hop.
Our paces one and same in the crunches of the ice.
Silence betrays all this month; we both came to a stop.
When I turned the stranger would be gone in a trice.
It in the bushes and I on the pavement
Together on our walk while Winter made her call.
Though I didn’t see this fellow in his ruby garment,
I know we won’t be on our own when Spring revives it all.

On My Way to Campus, Autumn

The first poem in a series of four which I wrote in between 2010 and 2013, whilst I was at university.

I trudge along the street, my neck chilled by solid breath.
I hear shudders in the bushes. ‘O how we dread our death!’
They lament with rustling wails, ‘We were green but yesterday,
Today malady shakes us off, tomorrow we decay.’
I pass a helpless Mexican Wave, their dancers clad in gold.
Beneath my boots they soon will crackle, ugly, brown and cold.
The freshly fallen roll pass me to race from pending doom.
Unbeknown to them the breeze shall guide them to their tomb.
Or perhaps they know the call; they just need that one last chance
To live for one more moment in a flaming Autumn dance.
Such a scene I see so sinister and sanguine:
The leaves against my feet and me against the wind.

Petrichor

Written as part of NaPoWriMo 2013

The sweet scent of rain
scattered upon the dry earth
sparkling in the grass
you’ll fall smelling the perfume
intoxicated with life

Daffodils

Written as part of NaPoWriMo 2013

Tanka

Daffodils are stars
shimmering clusters that burst
into existence
twinkling in the novel warmth
birthed from the big bang of Spring.

Library Tanka

Written as part of NaPoWriMo 2013

I’m in the library working on my dissertation, and you wouldn’t believe how busy it is in here. Practically a second home. Or a world within walls. Although people start becoming a little odd after being in here for too long. 

Leaves flutter on shelves
paper jungle bustling with
civilisation
that today thrives well and
one day will but disappear

Ghazel of the Undead

Written as part of NaPoWriMo 2013

I bet you didn’t see this coming, did you?
Never thought I might come back, did you?

Lured me; caught me, unprepared.
When I trusted and I cared. Did you?

Red pearls round my neck will never do.
Guess you didn’t think this through, did you?

Tucked me neatly in the ground,
Didn’t think I’d come around, did you?

Never imagined we’d be meeting
When my heart’s no longer beating, did you?

Never felt my hand this cold
Since you swore I shan’t grow old, did you?

Bet you never thought that this would work, did you?
Bet you didn’t see forever coming, did you?