Author: idiotwriter

'I am not a wise old lady, who can tell a grand life story, or a person whose story deserves to be told - I only have my voice… Perhaps my voice can reach into your heart and make it smile for a few brief moments in time.' Child; Wife; Mother; Artist; Poet, journeying home….probably in that order. Grew up in Africa-my home for 35 years, now live in a little Village in England.

My Deer

My tremble is not fear.
Sad I gaze at you,
Come toward you,
Unseeing

My eyes can’t move.
Heavy my limbs,
Cease before you,
Empowering

My weakness not yours
Light my bones
Glass between us,
Shattering

Bleed.

~Belinda~

 

 

Pleiades, Play – 64446

Serendipity, stands
as silence sees
a silent vow
stands still swallowed
In Seers shaming song

Destinies dice, deflect
as Dunkirk drowns
a devoid depth;
Dignity is Death,
On Draco’s diamond desk

Parse Pleiades, passing
as Pontius prays
a passion play
prides penance pay
In Pleione’s parched peace.

~Belinda~