Fixed Fascination

He waded puddles,

She paddled pools,

He practised stringent,

She broke the rules.

He never questioned,

She answers so denied,

She wept in buckets,

He grieved while dry-eyed.

He loved the movies,

She found her films in books,

He doubted everything,

She believed in spooks.

He trod a measure,

She went where angels feared,

Opposites in many ways

Yet love lived, always near.

He travelled inwards,

She ventured out,

Alternating circumstance,

Always there was doubt.

But constant was the keeping

Of the fascination fixed,

Dots connected details lost,

Oil and water mixed.

 

Up In Smoke

Climbed to rooftop,

found warm chimney,

perched as bird might do,

darted eyes,

questioned skies,

inhaled for breath of you,

Remnant fire,

 cloud wisps gathered,

having heard the plea,

cushioned flight

‘cross endless night,

taken so to thee.

No more lair,

as fox once was,

timid, shelter found,

burrow’d fear

from hostile hounds

hunted to the ground,

till tortured route

to higher plain

lent a diff’rent view

from chimney pot,

where dreams are wrought,

disembodied fox, smoke flew.