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
At The Cricket Match
A sunny day allows
for an outing to
the cricket stands
She carries a fan
not to be coquettish
but to stir a breeze
It can get quite heated
when a batsman hits
a ball way out for six
Such good players
form each team
for a thrilling match
Flag wavers add
their applause with
such fervor
The umpire clad in pink
has his work cut out
for him out on the field
© gillena cox 2024
The scent of freshly baked bread
Is like a dream you don't want to wake from
You'd rather break bread
Than cut it with a knife
Fingers might get burned
But you don't mind
Butter somehow behaves better
It seeps right into the rich texture
Yummy
Teeth knows the drill
Bite like there's no tomorrow
Chew swallow
Feel good
The scent of freshly baked bread
Is like a dream you don't want to wake from
© gillena cox 2024
Swing low
Oh morning shadow
Still on early bend of dawn.
In nearby forest maybe little fawn
Might rise from bended
Sleep now ended
Some trees are wide awake
For daybreak's sake
Now birds will twitter
And a child in her knicker
Will yawn
© gillena cox 2024
It was one of those days
When happiness and strife
Sat at her table to dine
On words witty and rife
Firstly she said knocking
A spoon on the teapot
I want silence and attention
Despite your mouthfuls
Of sweet and sour delights
Someone raised a hand
A gesture she thought annoying
And attention grabbing
Yet she smiled sweetly
Nodding her head and holding
Her tongue, in a simple task
Of conforming by example.
