Little Pink Dress on a Grey Cloud

I chose that little pink dress
I chose that dress once upon a choice
My own, my will, my chance
My time for merry fuchsia
Like a pendulous teardrop
Might dance from the dusty
Pink and white of a little girl
Into the bold of womanhood
Into RESPECT, like it had mixed
In with violet and black
To be noticed, to be seen
To be heard, to be known.
Pale Red, but bright Pink
Like a Pop Art kind
of popsicle fun
You might find in a fairground
Or someplace wild with
History.
I chose that little pink dress
Not for little grey clouds
With clothes pegs.
Not to be hung out to dry
Not to be forgotten
Not for you to shred into
Pieces of something unmistakably
Unthinkably attached to strings
Or pulleys
Or coloured young
Or filled by someone else
It’s still my dress.
It’s my flamingo
It’s not traditional white
There is no dove
It’s still my choice
It’s still our choice.
Man, woman, us, they
Anyone who knows equal
Once upon a choice
Is still now
Standing proud.
Bold, hot with life, here
Lined with a forest green velvet
heart and ocean smile......

Pink!

"Break A Leg"

“Break a Leg”

What if a broken leg was luck

What if the luck turned wonder struck

What if the wish I made on little words

And lone the twinkle star was heard….

What if I knew that from the start

All of the future was your heart

For all the world to hear

With magic dear

And with a tear

I loved you.

What if the rainbow by the river

What if it signed the sweeter giver

What if the pot of gold was really blooms

And blooms might never wither.

What if I knew it from the start

All of the future was your heart

For all the world to see

My honey bee

And with a tear

I loved you.

What if a shoe once lost was found again

From the colt in the field and made a wren

What if the lucky charm could fly intent

What if the wish I made was heaven sent.

What if in time a heart was really blue

What if the sun could make of feelings new

What if the red might shine and

Shine on through

And with a tear

I loved you.

What if the ocean was a ticking clock

What if the time, the time it wouldn’t mock

What if the endless crash of waves at night

Were the arms of lovers meeting thine

What if the past could be the future

And the future be the past

What if the now was ever lasting

As time forever fasting

What come, what may

From dusk til day

In anyway

And with a tear

I’ll love you.  

Canopy for a Pixie Heart

Life is real pretending

Pretending is of life

Make believe

A Pixie heart

And that might be

Your start.

From Argonaut

To Astronaut

From dream to stars

To sight

Wonder, want and

Forests pining

Feathers grow

To flight

Pretenders stage

The story reels

With sparky tales

Or prickly woe

Review, rewind

Hello, Goodbye

Beware the friend

Or foe…

Music in the canopy

Invisible though there

Splayed the magic fernery

Of life, the beauty fair.

And in amongst the brushes

Seeded in the muck

A sunny shoot of pixie land

She’s there -our lady luck.

Actual and factual

Magical and bright

Weave us warm and

Restless too and ready

With a light

And should you cry

And should you smile

Stay awhile or wander,

Remember that I’m by your side

With love out to the yonder.

And more again. xx