WOMAN WITH PARASOL



It is an image that lures my Thoughts with a Siren's reach,
the Lady and Boy upon the Hill,their eyes beckoning
me to unravel the meaning of their stilled,silent Pose
as if they harbour some great Insight they want to teach.

She has a dignity and presence that demands respect,
yet as the Foehn wind brushes past with metered haste
her countenance unveils an ambience of sadness,
as if she's leaving a Past for reasons she didn't expect.

The Boy knows as he leads her down the other side,
but with empathy and understanding beyond his years
though aware of the hour, grants her this moment
before leading her away, from her Oppressor to hide.

THE WORKING CLASS

They seek to escape this place, with its suffocating monotone drab,
the cloying sense of the banal. The bright plastic shards which stab
through the stagnant filth of the canal.

But it was not always so, concrete now blights streets of cobbled stone,
crude imagery shames walls, where once was the woollen mill's drone
and mothers wrapped in shawls.

This was a noble town, home to working folk who carried their pride
high on silk, by hand painted, who from toil and strife had never shied,
simple lives of honour untainted.

Called the lower class, always kept down on the ladder's first rung,
held as not of equal worth, yet from their sweat an empire was sprung,
to amuse those of privileged birth.

It is right and just that in this land, anyone can now make a better life,
though there's always a cost, it's not how you hold your fork and knife,
but that a noble class is lost.


THE FORBIDDEN KISS



In that moment we both suddenly knew,
all that had gone before was leading to this,
over Time those Feelings so slowly grew,
to this climax of our first Lover's Kiss.
In silence our Heads together did slide,
allowing silken Breath on Skin to touch,
while my hands upon her Beauty did glide,
for we both now wanted this so much,
that no longer was it possible to stop.
Our eyes became fixed in mutual gaze.
Tracing her Body, fingers did hesitantly drop,
Emotion had reduced us to a Daze.
With urgency now I grasped her Hips and pulled her to me with gentle Force.
It was a Passion unknown as I kissed her Lips.
How could such Pleasure elicit Remorse.
Sinking to the Floor I cradled her Face,
as we abandoned all reason and sense,
to that most intimate form of Embrace,
ending years of frustrating suspense.