BIRD’S NEST: SADJE’S #WDYS #WHATDOYOUSEE #POETRYPROMPT

This week Sadje encouraged us to write a piece based on this image which shows a bird’s nest outside a birdhouse holding four white and black speckled eggs. You can see a few flowers, sticks, and a vase on the side of the nest. Here’s my contribution:

BIRD’S NEST

Your hair is like a bird’s nest
Speckled with twigs & leaves
And new life wrapped in a shell
Black and white
A knotty; forested mess
You spend so much time
Decorating this little corner
For your avian friends,
Even making a small house
For them to feed & rest
With some pretty flowers & a vase
That some would go as far as saying
You’re away with the birds
But my friend, I digress
And the fairies, might disagree
For this particular bird
Composing this rhyme
Has found a home here
I’m happy to confess

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RUSTY COIL

“RUSTY COIL

Despite you’re heartache
Despite your grief and your pain
You put on a brave face
Get out of bed each day
There’s no time for tears
In your children’s eyes
You learn to hide your fears
Push down the cries
But it’s all come at a cost
As now you’re in turmoil
Wandering and lost
Like a rusty coil
You’re tightly wound
Overcome by anxiousness
Looking for something profound
In all this bewildering mess

If this coil’s wound much more
It might break altogether…

But this rusty coil has the oil
To take away all the creaks
Get things working again
My wife and my kids who spoil
Me every day of every week
With a love dressed like rain
That washes over me

Unconditional and undeserved
Puts the spring back into the coil.”

WRITTEN BY KEN HUME

17/08/2019

End of an Era

It’s the beginning of the end

The end of an era

Of a simpler time

Before the rhymes

Took hold

And my folks got old

And father time came a knocking

A place I called home

Where I used to roam

Quiet as a little mouse

Squeaking and scampering

Ducking and diving

Out of people’s way

Afraid I would be stepped on

Caught in all those mousetraps

Life can set you

Formerly known as the “Pink House,

Which became our go to address

The home provided solace, shelter

For me, for our family

For so many more

From the world outside and it’s mess

 

Filled with love; security and wisdom

 

OUTLINES OF MY DUSTY SOUL

Her piercing; searching eyes

Penetrate my mental fortress

Burning; prising open a hole

She sees straight through me

Right into the gaping depths

The outlines of my dusty soul

I avert my gaze from hers

So she won’t see the total mess

Inside. Until I regain control

For if she gets inside my mind

I will be forced to confess

That’s it. I’m done. I’m sold.

I’ll be hers completely

For a lifetime, more or less

My heart, she’s gone & stole