Throwback Friday, A Tattooed Blond, By Ivor Steven.

Another one of those dreams,

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A Tattooed Blond

I’m neither here nor there

Half asleep nor half awake

Not quite conscious

Like a drifting snowflake

Sinking through a prism

Where I fantasize and over-achieve

Seeing a blond-haired vixen

Thinking I’ve seen her tatt’s before

I’m retreating, hiding

From her beckoning embraces

My drunken mates at the bar

Giggling and smirking, as if I can’t see

Between, there’s a tattered curtain

A pale veil, shadows lurking

A vision surreal, of blue, red and black

Like a fiery chasm

The blond’s tattoos, twitch and spasm

Chasing my body into the surf

Waves crashing over, and around

A bubbling sensation, wildly scary

I sprawl atop the tattoos in the sand

And I wonder what to do

With her bloodied tattooed hand

Wishing I could escape from here or there

I suddenly awaken, and burst into tears

Recognising my weakest fears

Featured Image:  Bing Images, Pineterest

Ivor Steven (c) …

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Faeries Calming the Soul

Faeries Calming The Soul

 

Today’s cool breeze, has dried my eyes

And I’m comfy, under this shady palm

Watching, sparkling faerie ripples on the bay

And silvery clouds waving to me from the sky

I see faerie footprints upon ageless sand

And the town’s daily ferry-boat sails by

I’m bathing in this day’s caressing faerie balm

And my fragile soul’s reciprocating the calm

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2020

My Bird Feeder

This week’s midweek challenge on ‘Weekly Prompts’ is: BIRD FEEDERS.  Please go and visit the fabulous “Weekly Prompts” site by clicking >> Here  

I don’t own a bird feeder as such, but I suppose my verandah roof acts as my permanent bird feeder.  Seeds from my neighbours trees seem to naturally end up landing on my verandah roof. The birds can be quite noisy feathered friends, as they clatter around on my verandah. … but while they are busily chomping seeds on my roof, the birds are forgetting to feast on my ripe ‘Rapunzel Cherry Tomatoe’ bush, and some of my readers, might remember what happens to those who steal from ‘Tomatoe Bush’, for a reminder, you can peruse at this link to that post >> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/03/27/how-many-books-do-i-take-on-the-cruise/ …….”BEWARE”…….

Featured Image Above: My verandah roofer, the birds feeding area…!!

Below: My 9ft tall Rapunzel Cherry Tomatoe Bush, higher than the guttering.

 

Below Left: The cherry tomatoe crop              Right: Tomatoes in my Asian salad

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

 

 

Hello Mate

Happy birthday mate

No, I’m not late

I would have got that stare otherwise

No, never a cross word from your eyes

Everyday, the gentle guy

Yes dad, you were our sunrise

Kindness, compassion, a heart oversized

Yes dad, always by our sides

Everyday, you earned a Nobel prize

Yes dad, always loves in your eyes

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Feb 2020

Promote Yourself Monday, February 3, 2020

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Gazing At The Amazing

 

Gazing At The Amazing

 

Thor startles me out of slumber

And I’m sheltering under my verandah

Sitting here naked as the day I was born

Gazing at the amazing weeping dawn

Crying a bucket full of raindrops

Spreading sparkles with every  wet plop

On the roof I hear a cascade from above

Big puddles are shimmering like leather gloves

Growing into a groundswell of high humidity

Soaking my body in sweaty liquidity

Then softly a caressing breeze cools my skin

While the courtyard garden’s sprouting wings

Nature’s evidence of the night’s heavy rain

And the heaven’s are opening up again

 

 

Ivor Steven  (c)  Jan 2020

 

Five Shades of Grey (Revised)

This weekend the Word/Photo Challenge for the monthly Colour Challenge, and for February the colour is Grey! (gray)… If you wish to join in the fun, go over and visit the Weekly Prompt’s site, by clicking >> Here

Today, I’ve attached two photos of our friendly grey marsupials, the Kangaroo’s and Koala’s. I’m afraid most of our marsupials have suffered massive losses during the horrendous bushfires this summer…..but I’m happy to report that most of the fire affected areas, have received significant amounts of rain today……and so my revised poem “Five Shades of Grey” is suitably appropriate for today’s welcome weather conditions…..

 

Five Shades of Grey

 

Daylight turns into night

Ravens scatter in mid-flight

Dark clouds overlay

Into five shades of grey

Thor’s hammer roars

His spark of fire, soars

Fiercely a flaming bolt strike’s

Piercing frightened psyches

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020