Vampire quadrille
insatiable to warmth and life,
monsters of night bringing strife,
for their cold rapport no sunlight,
only discord to warrant fright,
a click of fangs,
to soothe their pangs,
these bloodthirsty beings of dark,
even the ravens will cry out, hark!
beware the night!
© gillena cox 2024
Solvitur ambulando – A Fold poem
we went through our neighbourhood walking
and praying it was all so natural
no one had to ask another calling
through the telephone what time will we start
it was tradition through our neighbourhood walking
singing praises in the streets on liturgical occasions
pre -covid days were all about scheduling
there was much more projection in our tomorrows
whether we made it through living or dying
then came the disrupter wielding mask and distance
upsetting our neighbourhood walking
Heat Tableau
Why is it today?
my entire soul,
being a-ruffle,
as the rain leaves us,
to scorch and to burn.
victim of climate
changing its wary
ways; hotter than hot,
rainier than wet
days, of yesteryears.
the noisy fan whirrs,
i scribe words to soothe
my new discomfort,
of climate days changed,
and yet still changing,
oh what a challenge.
© gillena cox 2024
Laughter: a fold poem
Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon,
For laughter needs no reason
Laugh for you know not soon
The time to be serious comes
All her funny shaping laugh at the moon,
She lingers she hides
She can make a lover's heart swoon
Laughter clears the eyes to see
Tomorrow is merely a disc and a spoon
Running away into imagination
So don't be afraid to laugh even at the moon,
© gillena cox 2024
NOTE: Line one is from Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda
Quadrille - Spin
Come now children sit thee in a circle
I'll spin a yarn, yes i'll tell a tale
No one will leave until i say crick crack
And the story ends.
Tales of dounes and silk cotton trees
And spiders spinning their very finest web
© gillena cox 2024
Let Her Be - A Fold poem
The i - do husband ups and left her;
She is single again and wise enough not
to play the blame game, not for her,
There are people to be blamed, she knows.
With two children to nurture, he ups and left her;
She has neither the time, money, or energy
to have another man walk beside her;
Let her be, she has a brain, she's not stupid,
He is the wild weed in the storm not her,
She can decide to be without a man,
She doesn't need another i - do cause he ups and left her.
© gillena cox 2024
