Kate OakleyAutumn.
A time for reflection.
Another spring and summer gone.
March, and the hopes and plans it brings every year, long forgotten.
Category: Verse
Mrs B’s
With 10 shiny pennies she would run down the street.
A sweet shop her destination. Pick and Mix her weekly treat.
A Day To Be Glad
This poem was written for and read at my dad's funeral. Read the rest » “A Day To Be Glad”
Home
Eyes, staring into a swirling white abyss, close and for a moment enjoy delicate flakes ending their descent on already frozen lashes.
Flowers of The Sun
With my head hung in neither sadness nor shame, I stand with shoulders dropped.
Shoulders which appear to carry an unbearable weight which, as the day draws to a close, intensifies and so they succumb to it’s heavy load.
Miss Anne
Miss Anne was a neighbour on my childhood street,
Reliably home, reliably neat.
Always a skirt with a jacket to match,
And when the weather turned cold a chic beret hat.
The Shadows
Dressed as a devil with revellers in tow, Trick or Treat was the game door-to-door they did go
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Little Miss Narcissist
With her hand on the door latch she stands in the hall and with a look in the mirror asks ‘who’s fairest of all’?
PatRIOT Games
11th of July 2021
Wrapped in red, white and blue,
Their eyes wide, bulging, unseeing,
They clamour , their excitement sweeping them along,
All reason abandoned, left floating in the bottom of a beer glass.
Awaken
Her body abandoned by life, twisted with loss,
Memories faded by sun or buried beneath layers of dust undisturbed since when and why?
Spring Reborn
The winter was long,
Rain, floods, snow, ice,
Remains of autumn diluted then snuffed out on its watch.
A Child’s Time
Time waits for no one,
Time shows no care,
Bringing with it opportunities to grasp while they’re there.