Image of Hathor

I find at last
a picture of Hathor
not looking cowlike
with those over-abundant breasts
and soppy expression

but calm and wise
a slim young woman
straight-backed
wearing the sun crown
between high horns.


The image that inspired this: Statue of Hathor at Dendura (scroll right to bottom of page).

Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry #104

Dark of the Moon

dark of the moon
the night before solstice
midwinter

I remember
nights of dancing
song and prayer

I celebrate
in silence tonight
solitary

a watcher
(not that there is one)
would only see

an old woman
sitting and writing
sipping wine

lifting her head
now and then to gaze
at the dark

she is wearing black
and around her neck
a moonstone

The Sun Now Going Down

the sun now going down

my darling heart

resting at last

I’d like to go out

walking along our road

sweet with grass and clover

darkness approaching

birds flying home 

through the trees

but I dare not leave

in case he might wake

startled and alone

he doesn’t always know 

now

that he’s home

sometimes he thinks

he needs to go 

somewhere else

to some other home

though I try to persuade him

home is with me

the sun goes down

I watch from my window

I lock the doors

The Road Home

wet today
I’ll take the long way
don’t want to slide
around hills and bends

I like the bit
where home is close
on days like this
late afternoons

evenings
cosy inside
hot food and armchairs
hugs

A cut-up poem based on a WordsFlow timed writing exercise posted in my writer's journal.


Submitted to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #102
and to dverse Open LinkNight #48

News of his death: May tanka 2012

news of his death

the quiet, skinny one

I want to play

and sing along again

to Massachusetts

but all the lights

went out and he left us

we tell ourselves

he must be going home

way past Massachusetts

*******

may you sing

even more sweetly

now you’re gone

to the Summerlands

may you be joyful

21/5/12