Holiday Time

Holiday Time *

 

The creaky gate is

Silent now

From the swinging children

Who had entered

In to retrieve

That out-bounded ball.

No more sandwiches slip

Between the mesh of the fence.

Parents, pressed and stressed,

Do not stride upon

The asphalt that

Has borne the same kind of cargo

For decades.

Teachers no longer

Stand sentinel

As students file out to

Awaiting family cars.

School yard comes to rest,

It’s holiday time.

 

* Holiday time would be described as vacation in some cultures.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 24 September 2016

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Fissures

Fissures

 

Fissures break out

onto the face

We work hard

At saving,

Making the mask

Purposeful and perpetual.

Yet fissures

Crumble its façade.

Fault lines emerge,

Atolls of anxiety arise,

Ditches of depression

Sink in shadow.

The posturing persona

Tires,

As the real mantle

Rises from the core,

And the soul stirs,

It’s flame flowing,

To the face.

 

 

Simon C.J Falk 24 September 2016   Forthcoming – “Yearnings”.

Yearnings

Yearnings

 

Eyes that sparkle and

Squint into a mellow

Smile that says

Miles of welcomes

And yarns,

Yarns of yarns.

Words say what

They say.

But beneath is

A subterranean

Hormonal voice

Silently galvanising

Quickening, magnetising,

Enticing towards

To connect

To behold

And enfold

In embrace

of loveliness.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 24 September 2016    Forthcoming – “Holiday Time”