Heavy steel
Grasped into thine clutch
Familiar tool
Ancient use
Simple head
Steel wedge
Attached to a long handle
The maul
Breaks like thunder
Sinews of bucked timber
Flung
Upon the frozen ground
It once lived within
Collected and stacked
Awaiting.
Tag: clutch
Lover’s Last Walk (day 1656)
Waltzing this dead grass,
Upon a lane – straight, into glowing.
Fingers lingering upon touch
That this flickering ambiance
Drifts back and forth;
Death in a secret glass vile
Encircled three times
With a locket of hair,
Clutched close to thy heart.
In a Gaze (day 1378)
Slip sideways with a fuzzy dream
And carry those loose blossoms
That follow your footsteps
With a delicate clutch,
Simply to answer questions
From far away strangers
With elegant movement,
Shared back in a gaze.
Gaia’s Birth (day 1066)
And you crawl out
To where we sing.
To which we carry high
Lofty goals,
Lifting our honour
With romantically inclined love,
Like sweet mother Gaia
Discarding Winter’s white cloak
To dawn
Spring’s rainbow.
I cannot follow my empty thoughts
Through the havens of a darkened loft.
I live forever better
With your heart upon my hearth,
Warming every thought
As darknesses cold, cold moon
Falls asleep to Gaia’s waking sun;
Sweet nectar caress.
Alive like our emotion
Captured in long walks
Through Spring’s blooming alleys.
A landscape ere enliven.
Like sweet hanging fruit
– Summer’s lush temptation –
This lover’s ever clutch.
Anxious for turning seasons
As the fresh air soaks my dewy brow.
Can you not also give to great excitement?
I laugh and run wild a while,
For what is satisfaction
Void a lover’s yearning heart?
What worth is Summer
Dry from Spring’s never drought.