TIME

AND LIKE small
Children
We still think
We have time
Time for change
Time to move
Time for Love

But that’s a lie
Is it not???
Time is finite….
And one fine day
Or darkening night
Time will say….
It’s up
That’s it
You’re done!!!

And no one
Can change
What happens
Next

Death who walks
Beside us
Now takes hold
And carries us away….

And no body
Can do a thing
About it !!!

MA. ©️. Summer 2018

Photo by Stuart Edmondson.w

Stormy Weather

THUNDER and RAIN
As the Auld Gods
Roar across the skies
Birds cheeping
Frogs croaking
Dog and Cats inside
Hiding
Fearful of the cataclysm!!!

Not I
This stormy weather
This rooftop music
This longed for change
This coolness
On my skin
This balm from heat.

Yet no wonder
If the animals flee
With sounds like great rocks
Crashing
But for me
The Gods are speaking
And I sit still
And listen.

MA©️. Summer 2018

The Deep

Depths……

As a small child, living by the ocean
I learned how to swim
And then how to teach others
Being submerged in the moving, living, water
Was home, a blessing and a balm
From the dismaying difficulties
Of childhood
As I grew older, it was the depths I craved
Arm over arm, ploughing across the surface
Held no joy
But to dive under
Open eyed in the salty brine
Wriggling underwater like a fish
That was where I belonged
In the deep of it

And so it is in life
I have no appetite
For dwelling on the surface of experience
Give me depth

MA. ©️. Spring 2016

The Deep

Depths……

As a small child, living by the ocean
I learned how to swim
And then how to teach others
Being submerged in the moving, living, water
Was home, a blessing and a balm
From the dismaying difficulties
Of childhood
As I grew older, it was the depths I craved
Arm over arm, ploughing across the surface
Held no joy
But to dive under
Open eyed in the salty brine
Wriggling underwater like a fish
That was where I belonged
In the deep of it

And so it is in life
I have no appetite
For dwelling on the surface of experience
Give me depth

MA. ©️. Spring 2016

Longing


It fills me to the brim
Spills over
Leaks everywhere
A flood,
Once begun
Now rages
Beyond control,
Rising,
Soaking me
To the bone,
The very marrow
LONGING……..
Better you than closed doors and
Tidy feelings
Better you, you, you…..

MargaretArlen ©️
Spring 2014

Train Travel

The rocking forward motion
Dull metallic clinking
Soothing rythmic rolling
Scenes flashing by of Spring green pastures
Sheep flocks grazing
Fence posts leaning
Windmills whirring
Milk cows running
Windbreaks bracing
Silvery creeks rippling

Rocking, clanging, rythmic rolling
Soothing….
Sleeping
zzzzzzzzzzz

MA©️
Spring 2012

Seasick

I wake to the salty tang of it
Dress quickly
Breakfast can wait
Already the pavement burns under
My summer hardened feet
It’s going to be hot
Dropping my towell on the warm sand
I run towards the sparkling waves
Everything shimmers
Silvery/Blue /Green
In the morning sunlight
Running in, diving, gasping
With the shock of cold
The taste of salt
The slap of wavelets
Against my skin……

Then I wake !!!
It was all a dream……

MargaretArlen ©️ Spring 2015

The Weight

TOO FAR

You’ve gone too far
this time
They say
How far is too far
I ask them then
Is this far enough?
And I start covering myself
In layers of
Not far enough
I PILE THEM ON !!!
The weight is unbearable
Heaviness
Claustrophobic
So heavy, my knees give, and
bowed down towards the ground
I give in
Completely
Is this ok I ask, voice dry and broken?
Yes…..this is good
Good good girl.

MA©️ October 2014

The Night Garden

IN THE NIGHT GARDEN…..

I’ve been standing under a high bright moon, surrounded by the peaceful benevolence of all the half lit, shadowy shapes of the plants ….apart from the huge old Peppercorn Tree, every one of them, planted by me. As I grow older, the garden gets wilder, the birds don’t mind that I’ve not weeded….they thrive on the grasses soon to be seeded. Nothing moves here, but light and shadows, as the warmth of Spring makes everything grow, growing daily towards the sun, resting under the moon when the day is done.
Peace on earth.
Goodwill towards men.
I go to my bed
To rest, to sleep
To rise again
From my big oak bed
And go once more
Leaving dreams
I’ve shed
To go
Once more
To the Day Garden.
Circles turning round
And round
Nothing lost
Nothing found
Back in my house
completely surrounded
I’m still cloaked in the comfort
Of the plants
In the ground
The plants that grow
Planted by me
Beneath the benevolent
Old Peppercorn Tree.

Ma©️. SPRING 2018

WINDSONGS

Cold winds, brooding sombre sky
Morning Coffee outside
White plum blossoms drift like snow flakes
As I take my small instrument and play
Moody weather music…..
And I held within its spell, listen
As the wind tells me
Stories of the day.

MA ©️ 16th September, 2014