Mission Impossible?

When a guy from Cork
Met a girl called Kerry
She entranced him
with her poetry.

She asked him out
To make a duel
She had her doubts
But she had need of his fuel.

Is he an angel?
His face appears so.
She craves inner beauty.
How deep does his go?

She so wants to know.

Is he a demon?
For he raises the dead
and others non-existent
inside her head.

The inside of him
She’d like to explore
To feel if his bite
Is as fierce as his roar.

Or is it the truth
that he’s really a bore?
And how does he bend it
at match-point to score?

If she dredges for gold
Inside his mine(d)
What hidden treasures
might she find?

Do August fires rush
behind eyes of pure blue?
Sometimes deep and hot,
others shallow and cool.

How long will
his king rule me?
Is her mission
impossible? !!!

L’Une du LA

Monsieur Robert
Qu’est ce que tu faits?
Tu m’amuses bien
Tu vas changer?

Il a marqué sa peau
“Chacun à son gôut”
Il a cherché son cerveau
Qu’est ce qu’il a trouvé?

For us to approve?

Anges ou demons
Vivent chez toi?
Change et démonstration
Qu’est ce que c’est ce qu’il boit?

Son visage est pur
Son virage est où?
Il a de très belles allures
Nous les avons déjà vues.

Mais dommage
Il a fait ses faux pas
Il a dit beaucoup de fois
Voulez vous couchez
Avec moi ce soir?

Il va
Comme ci, comme ça.
Sa vie est son choix
Tu vois?

Plus ou moins
Il doit choisir entre-deux
(between two)
Parce-que
Tout en modération
C’est mieux
(que beaucoup)

Ecoute? Regarde! Sens!
Il écrit, chante et danse
Il attend et il pense
Avant qu’il ne commence.

Je te souhaite bon chance
Le nouveau monsieur Robert
Avec ses pieds sur la terre?

c. Kerry Turner May 2009

On a plate?

One white circle
Simple, round.
One man’s choices
Complex? Profound?

Two flowers
Fragile. Petals unfurled.
Is this our glimpse
Into his world?

Scarlet faces
Sheathed in green
distant places
Route unseen.

Four black hearts
Divide these two
Hurting starts
Mourning due.

Clear heads, strong stems
Stand above
Stronger roots
Secured by love.

The Climber/ Rock Star!

The first step I take
Above the ground
Is the one which leaves me
Lost, I’ve found.

Through ropes and knots
I am secured
Through such connections
I’m reassured.

The man above
Defines our route
And furnishes it with
Poisonous fruit.

I don’t look down.
I don’t look up.
I just feel for my next move
Til I reach the top.

I place my trust
In the man on high
His choices and strength
May save my life.

And when I sit there
By his side
I feel a gratefulness
and pride.

To see the views
That he has seen
And ask myself
What does this mean.

[inspired by my first outdoor climb in the Langdales with Phil Ward, Elaine ward and Graham Hey]

The Gardener

She had a vision
Of living art
Beautiful images
To soften her heart

She desired an eden
A place of peace
A place where wonders
Would never cease.

She made a plan
And chose her plants
Shades and shapes
To compliment.

Every day
out there she toiled,
but her good intentions
were mostly foiled.

She strove for
The balance she desired.
Against which all
The plants conspired.

Daily they fought
a war for space
for mastery of
the botanical race.

Battles for light
And water ensued.
The winners grew stronger.
The losers withdrew.

As beds got warmer
Hussies coloured and danced
Looking for
A fruitful romance.
The birds and the bees
Joined in with the plot.
And soon whole spaces
Became nursery cots.
The weeds being the most insidious lot.

She weeded. She pruned.
She sowed by the moon.
But no matter what she did
They wouldn’t do as she bid.

Then one day
she downed her tools.
She left them
to live by their own rules.
Thinking them to be mere fools.

A few years later
The gardener returned.
And there was the garden
For which she’d yearned.

[Inspired by a visit to Holehird gardens in the Lake District on 21 May 2009 with Elaine Ward]

The Light

Sometimes I feel him touch my cheek
Kiss my closed eyes
And I can’t resist.

What will he bring me today?

I open my eyes a little
And he sneaks in
Eyes wide open
He is all around me
Everywhere

He whispers in my ear
“come to me…
I have new things to show you”

“I will never leave you
Wipe away your tears
Your path is clear
I need you
I can’t do this without you
You are me
We are one
Now get up
We have work to do!”

He is with me always
All day through I feel him.
With him life is vibrant, rich, intoxicating
He guides me
Shows me the way
Where to find the pieces
And how to put them together, perfectly.
Beautiful pictures.

A day spent with him
Is worth forever with any other
He takes me to my limits
And gives me the courage to go beyond
And I find him there too

And when I need rest
He takes me there
Peace, no doubts
And I know that he will be there for me tomorrow
And the day after
Ad infinitum
That he will never leave me.

23 April 2009

The Dark

Except that sometimes I feel he does…

Dawn
Pours scorn
On me
I am torn
And forlorn
I mourn
For me.

Blank page
Inner rage
Lost
In a maze
No passing phase
Sending
me senseless

making me pay
each minute
of each day
words
I daren’t say

Taunting
With glee
Slowly
Killing me.