Archive | May, 2017

Face paint – TB

25 May

See the lady over there, 

She’s dressing her face. 

It’s not to look pretty, 

It’s not for the chase. 

Shadow to the eyes,

Blood red to the lips, 

Powder to the cheeks, 

Iced blue finger tips. 

See the lady over there, 

She’s dressing her face. 

It’s not to look pretty, 

It’s not for the chase. 

It’s not to look pretty, for

She’s preparing for war. 

Gracious sky – TB

23 May

The sunshine has graced us with its radiance. 

The blue sky was glad you could make it. 

The fluffy clouds have invited you to come again. 

So join them when you can. 

Blast – TB

6 May

There’s some spare despair,

In my junkyard of dreams. 

Barbed like wire. 

Because all wire is barbed, right?

Others run free through the fields, 

The minefields. 

It’s a blast. 

Runners

6 May