Photograph by Chris Sims
Some very evocative poems this week. The winner is Alison Hill with Rendevouz at Noon. Congratulations to Alison ,well done to everyone who responded with poems and thank you to the voters. From the comments I know these were very much enjoyed.
Poem 1
Dreams of Greece
Every night I dreamt
of dancing in the temple;
through the portal of dreams
I swam in seal glazed seas,
the calmness of aquamarine
holding my supple body
like a goddesses embrace.
Each morning I woke
to find myself back in bed;
finding myself inside
the blankness of a room
which I tried to fill with colour.
In daytime I had treatments,
in my dreams I had of Greece
I found healing, joy and peace.
Beverley Ferguson
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Poem 2
Holiday Passage
Holiday passage where will you lead me
Perhaps astray to a bar, a taverna
Where I will drink raki till the sun comes up
With friends who I have yet to meet
Or maybe you lead to an oasis of calm
A palm tree lined beach with a view of the sea
A scene of tranquillity
Where I’ll relax on a lounger and listen to the waves lap the shore
Maybe if I walk through you I will risk danger
An adventure beyond my wildest dreams
Dusky ladies and spies with guns
A real passage to excitement
Holiday passage wherever you lead me, Know this
I will linger a while in your cool shade
Catch my breath
And maybe just maybe
Emerge wearing a different hat
Amanda Clement-Raygill
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Poem 3
The Path
Never smooth
it twists and turns, or goes uphill for ever
or ends, in a shut door early-with a bang!
That path is worn with tears of those who share the pain.
Distant views of promises beckon and hidden highways lure,
snares of pride and property, snatch with fingers stained with greed.
Left or right along the road, distractions are the sign posts, we will follow,
choice, the map.
Wear your hats of happiness with pride,
carry with you, your bags of joy and triumph,
leave behind the darkness of the past
and step with lightness to the sun.
Angie Butler
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Poem 4
Ode for Today
Did Aphrodite walk through here?
Agamemnon, Pandora, Hercules –
Going to give love, to take Troy,
To keep hope in her jar,
To steal apples?
No one knows.
Now, with her need for love and trinkets,
His taking from this town,
Her eye for hats, bags and jars of local produce,
His stealing of two weeks of sun
The only hope for all his labours,
This is where the tourist goes.
Michael Docker
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Poem 5
The cobbled path
At home the windy mall
is wide-paved and hostile.
Bargains scream at me
in fluorescent shades
matched by cheapjack clothes.
and techno trash.
But here I am drawn inexorably along
the cobbled path through
the beckoning doors under
the narrow arch into
the mystery of the space beyond, where
I know
I will find
what I’m looking for.
Diane Jackman
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Poem 6
Rendezvous at Noon
He sees her shadow before she arrives,
lurking nervously, willing her to keep walking.
Sunlight filters through the archway, strokes
her hair, softens her features. She is here, now.
He can’t bear exposure, grabs a straw hat
in his just defence, lowers the brim.
They meet halfway along the cobbles,
beneath beams, sheltered from the noonday sun.
She has hidden her gaze beneath a similar straw,
but as the church clock strikes twelve they raise
their eyes in a half greeting, willing the years
to dissolve, secrets to untangle.
Alison Hill
