A Light From A Narrow Window

 
I was hopelessly lost, floating amidst the tremulous sea,

Treading the ice cold water, utter darkness engulfing me.

When, between the swells, a narrow ray of light I did see,

What my soul wouldn’t have given, for it to have set me free.

But it cruelly circled around me, instead of coming near,

Excruciatingly within reach, yet as far away as the pier,

Prompting me to question its purpose, and feel a growing fear,

Was it the protective shepherd or the ravenous wolf looking here?

I began to thrash around blindly; I wasn’t giving up without a fight,

Then, the next thing I knew, pffft, out had went the light,

Whoever was searching, they had bolted their window tight shut alright!

I awoke to clear blue skies and white shore; why was I spared last night....?

Brian Paterson (c) 29/07/2010

A River of Stars

I once heard a fanciful tale, regarding a lusciously legged lass,

Who was stunningly beautiful, but horrendously afflicted by gas.

I was compelled to try and find her, if only to catch a whiff,

It must be untrue, or so I thought, until I dared to take a sniff.

I have never been so wrong! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,

The stench burning a hole in my nostrils, really WAS atrocious,

Was she beautiful, they always ask me? I really couldn't care or tell,

My eyes had filled instantly with water, my oh my, what a smell!

Now blinded and crying for mercy, I had fallen upon my knees,

What I wouldn’t have given then, for a fresh south-westerly breeze!

As my face hugged the floor, I watched my saviour fall from my pocket,

My fingers met my lighter, then WHOOOSH, off she took like a rocket!

One deep breath later, through singed lashes I looked up in the air,

Just in time, to catch a glimpse, as she shot through the ozone layer!

If you now wish to see her, look out for a pink dress atop a river of stars,

You’ll need a long lens telescope though; last I heard she’d reached Mars!

Brian Paterson (c) 30/07/2010 

Young Love

Once upon a time, there was a bonny lass,

For whom I’d have crawled o’er broken glass,

I’d have beaten the cow over the moon,

If only t’wer in my arms that she’d swoon.

Alas, seems true love wasn’t meant for me,

Her beautiful brown eyes ignored my plea,

Her flowing braided hair, so full and so fair,

Swished straight past me, like I wasn’t there.

How could Cupid's arrow have possibly missed,

Those enchanting lips that I so wanted to kiss?

Dejected I raised my glance, and what did I see?

My REAL true love, standing there before me!

Brian Paterson 29/07/2010