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The Wolf Whistle

She’s sauntered along the street
Heels clicking on the pavement
Anticipating a wonderful day
Full of repose and calm
With hair set to perfection
Lipstick reddened
Rouge rosy
Eyes defined and soul alive
On destiny’s path
Sun shining
Bird’s tweeting
Against the hum of city traffic

She walked the boardwalk
Claiming today as her own
Confident; sassy; jovial
Her mood matching the beauty of the day
Her heart bubbling
Spirits smiling
But then in an instant her peace was shattered
By the whistle
The heckling hoot
Harassed humiliation
From the wolf’s primeval call

She stumbled on her pathway
Thrown off-balance to betray her disquiet
Objectified by the stranger’s lust
Mortified by her selection
Her sexuality penetrated
Embarrassed
Heart heavy
As clouds killed her sunshine
For what?
And why?
Her inner sanctum raped

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Spring

She’s waited all winter
Laid still in the cold
So patiently held back
With all things on hold

She’s bided her time
But soon she’ll be here
With warm sunny days
Tidings of good cheer

As spring in her glory
Bursts forth into bloom
With bright yellow daffodils
Dispelling the gloom

And with lambs in the meadows
Frolicking anew
Comes the season of hope
And all things brand new

Akin to a bride
She’ll arrive splendidly
In a garment of green shoots
And a trail of beauty

Spring

 

The Dressing Up Box

In the under stairs cupboard
In a chest made of wood
There are worlds to explore
Imagination’s goods

There’s a gateway to kingdoms
To be somebody new
A place that transforms me
From myself and you too

I can be a princess, a doctor,
A captain at the helm~
A goblin, a fireman,
A knight of the realm

A box that transports me
From here out to there
In an instant departing
Without any cares

A trunk that removes me
To lands far away
On adventures of make believe
In exploratory play

For this chasm in the closet
Is a portal; a door
That goes past the dressing up box
To just so – so much more

Sunday Morning (Haiku)

Sunday morning lie in

Dog yelps, kids scream, chaos ensues
Maybe next week then

Parenting’s Bitter Pill

They stand in the street bickering

Remonstrating with tetchy brats

Sit incommunicado in the coffee house 

With sleepy children

Nagging, moaning, exhausted

Tired of each other’s company

Yet unable to catch a break

Wishing bedtime would arrive quickly

Desperate for their own space

Yet constrained by duty

Arguing over tomorrow’s schedules

Swimming lesson agendas

And they call this the best time of their life

When the children are young

For how time will fly

And I think …. for their sakes

And maybe mine as well

Thank God!

Dressgate 

White dress, gold dress, black dress, blue
Just goes to show so many views
Yet none are wrong and none are right
Cos with a little inner sight
The fact apparent seems to be
That each has subjectivity
That’s biologically hard wired
Where rods and cones get simply fired
Up in so many different ways
That all opinions have their day
And therefore it may be correct
To understand and not forget
That we are all a collective
With many varied perspectives

 

Tumble!

If at first you don’t succeed
Tumble down or trip
Be certain to get up again
Regain control of whip
To bounce back quite decisively
And once more grab the reigns
Determined that you won’t give up
But try and try again

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