From Anxiety To Poetry. Simon Read

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      The trees gently shook their delicate leaves

      To announce the sudden arrival of the Wind

      And along the avenue She softly breezed

      Until She found and enveloped him.

      «Why come now?» He asked Her afraid

      «I can do this myself. I don’t need you.»

      «My Love,» she sighed, «Such a mess you’ve made,

      Of your life. But together we will start it anew.»

      Caught betwixt the Devil and the deep blue sea

      What manner of ailments strive to suppress me?

      Should the tiniest of morsels pass through my lips

      My stomach cries pain as if becoming bewitched.

      And if no consumption of food I shall make

      I will suffer the torture of the Devil’s headache.

      Are those your footsteps that I can hear?

      Each night I lay my head to sleep

      Are you the Death I do not fear?

      In search of my spent soul to keep.

      During the night

      She had become the Storm

      Her beauty veiled

      By Her malevolent form.

      And filled with such rage

      She would harness the weather

      And smash the skies, the sea, and the earth

      All together.

      I wondered how many different souls

      Had lived before me between these walls

      And had once been loved or had cried out in pain

      And then faded away to be seen never again.

      The Wind lifted the iron-grey sea

      To hurl against the shore

      And She assaulted the weary land

      Like She had never done before.

      It is true that Hell hath no fury

      Like a woman when once scorned

      And the Wind, She raged all through the night

      Til the breaking of the wounded dawn.

      Sitting on a bench

      Trying to think about my stuff

      Though my tired mind says

      Its really had enough.

      Oh, sod trying to always

      Think everything right through!

      Just this once I’ll relax

      And take in a pleasant view.

      Welcome, come in and sit with me my friend

      I wasn’t expecting to see you just yet

      It’s been a while, and we’re together again

      Though I secretly wish that we never had met.

      Equilibrium on this day

      Is observing the bluest sky

      Through a swaying leaf canopy

      And pondering just how high

      God might be

      And do They observe me?

      Charlotte looks out from her world through her tears

      And through the slim gap she has made between nets

      She hasn’t recognised the outside for so many years

      For her heart still remembers losses past and regrets.

      Should a neighbour pass by and steal a sorrowful glance

      Into her sanctuary Charlotte retreats with her shame

      Yet the stranger only hopes she might take that slim chance

      To escape from her prison and step outside once again.

      The black water shatters

      Into sparkling splinters

      When the swan pair arrive

      In the waning of Winter.

      The Ice King and Snow Queen

      Imperial husband, majestic wife

      Purest elegance, and loyalty

      Paired eternally in immortal life.

      Worrying you’ve not locked the front door

      Though you know you checked it thrice and again.

      Believing that you’re an irrelevant bore

      When your messages are never read by a friend.

      Panicking when you finally make it outside

      Because you’re sure you’ll be met with derision

      Catastrophising that even going for a drive

      Will inevitably end in catastrophic collision.