Clandestine
In the secret addressed
A marriage he blessed
The importance
To Friar Lawrence
None could have guessed
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REVISIT
Change is inevitable. It's there from moonrise to sunrise. Another day, another breath, another dream. Who can utter the poignance of all that is constantly threatened, invaded, expended.
Festivals hang in suspension, waiting for another year of celebrations. Seasons change and people grow.What's left of life, do we ever know.
We look back, we live today, tomorrow we hope for. And peace we envisage is a well earned reward so we strive. The green leaves sprout from seeds planted in the garden, and we muse, sure, this is good.
© gillena cox 2026
REVISIT
Rain On The Roof
What will you do ,
If the rain storms in,
Stomps on your front gallery,
In the middle of a bright sunny day,
And shoves you indoors,
There with your best bud?
Ask him to make us some eggs.
Why not,
There's something about rain,
Maybe the sound of it on your roof,
That insights a palatable hunger.
© gillena cox 2026
REVISIT
That Yellow House
When he had climbed up the stairs
He knew he shouldn't be unawares
Had there been blue skies this early
Then he would have knocked surely
For the fact of the matter
No matter what the weather
This yellow house shone
For moon or for sun
With its garden of flowers
Delighting passersby
© gillena cox 2026
Sing
Sing to your soul
Demur and definite
Like a child lullabyed
To the land of slumber
In time there will be
A call and response
Like a concert
Well engrossed
Sing your chorus
Over and over again
Until you get to the end
Sing !
© gillena cox 2026
Having haloweened the moon
He pumpkin-headed out of town
Wanting to ghost those friends
Who thought him stupid enough
To witchify the lawn
Planted by the new neighbours
So there he was at a strange bar
Treating himself
To beer after beer after beer
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His Pen Unsheathed
Begging not a pardon
Poet's pen scribbles
Merrily merrily to conjour
Pumpkins under Hunter moon
Pompous emporers
Stark naked before
A crowd too astonised
To snicker at him or themselves
Who unsheats his pen
To slaughter like an abbatoir
Those dared to slander
The good of a people
Meditate to godhead
Tis poetry's pen
Not that of the poet
Penned and done
© gillena cox 2026
