Rare find

Nightly thoughts invade
Missed chance blooming
Once a year
Beauty and opportunity
Keeping me awake
How long till next opening?
Keeping me grounded
Expectantly waiting
Indefinitely
Crowds gather round me
Knowing
Queen of the night
Stood over me
Displaying her colours
For one glorious moment
From then on became
More like myself
Each passing day
Image source New York Botanical Gardens Est. 1891.

Fil

A curiosity resides

In farthest place

Unseen

Nightly gentle one disrobes

To find a hole

Within

Enquiring strangers gasp along

The street remark

Obscene

By some eyes a dagger lies

Between two ribs

Deep in

Enlightened cries swear angels 

Wings removed, her wound

Unclean

Whispers guess a trickster nigh

Attention all

Seeking

Hot balloon of tattle

Entourage of jest

Winking

Shy of hype and mock

Woman stops and stands

Sinking

Looks could shoot

Ears aloof, no grain of truth 

Telling

As if an elephant

Had taken stage on a 

Stampede

Shouts of anger

Stares asunder children fled

The scene

A robber, thief, caught in act

A trial for one

Denied

Justice would be pierced

Without a word until 

She speaks

I hear you all are roused because

A piece of me

Missing

Implore, ne’er do harm

Walk the line but not

Guilty

The missing part I do not know

A thread was pulled

In seams

The pain of it concerns me not

Compared to that 

By thee

Bird on the wing

Take you with me
Everywhere I go
Wherever I stay
Yet pieces of you
Will be strewn
Carefully
Tenderly
As I speak out
A love that dared
As I shed scales
Off laden wings
Turning transparent
Emptying
Evolving
As we all are
Portraying colour
Residing within
Becoming again
A heart
That sings
Silent Spring by Gerry Wedd, South Australia

Antipodes

Once was a time when
Stars were synonymous
With the afterlife
Ancestors shone
As diamonds spinning
Elipsis bound
Girth of lady earth
Lying flat
Submerged

Once was a time when
Hearts were synchronous
Rhyming couplets
Composing sonnets
Grand concertos
In an evening
As arms of rays
Move bout the waist
When a glance
Spun my world
Round

Window of opportunity

Peering through into
Your world now mine
Illuminating
Now to find
The key to latch
In the dark
Hiding under layers
Ancient wallpapers
Generations
Foundations
The same
Women endured
Loneliness
Female company
The only cure
Gateway
To wilderness
Built by hands
Bound in chains
Heart also
Only opens from
The outside
Officers Quarters, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania

Entwined

I hold myself 
Walking down street
Speaking to strangers
As if dear friends

I hold thumb between
Two fingers
Capturing the sense
That I am me, not them

Knowing full well
Where the boundary is
Where my body ends
And yours begins

Yet the fingertips
That stretch back
From my mind's eye
Touch yours and hide

Nestled in a hollow
Where no one can reach
I entwine with you
As if strolling through

The parting tide
Ignores the wall
Between earth and sea
Too timid to dive

Admiring the view
From low water line
Signals lost in fog
Along the way

Holding onto mine
Tesselated pavement, Pirates Bay, Tasmania

Sheltering

A time for adventure
Blistering cold and heat
A time for restoration
Distraction, diversion
Show me another way
Through the thickets
Deep immersion
A time for shelter
Closed cabin
Four walls
Cocoon
To reform
Break out
In good time
Reborn
Officers Quarters gardens, Eaglehawk Neck, Tasmania