Stolen

Whats it about,
Why me, why anyone
Confidence Missing
Lost and not found

Where am I
What am I
Who am I
I’m the same person

But somethings missing
Stolen
Part of me gone
Nothing missing

But part of me gone
Confidence stolen!

Just let me sleep

Awake again,
Sleep has happened,
But not enough,
Sleep deprivation

Watching the hours
Passing, counting
Waiting for daylight
Hoping, wakefulness

Each day is the same
Functioning, just
Sleepiness not far,
Half way there

Lunch time arrives
The keeper turns
The energy tap opens
Flooding out quickly

Like a balloon
Deflating rapidly
Feet trailing
Drunk with fatigue

Freaked and frustrated
Tired and taut
Washed out, wasted
Just let me sleep

Shed Paradise

Made of tin, held together with nails
Full of clutter, a child’s paradise
Boxes, tubs, tins and cartons
On shelves made with scrap, balanced with love

Small padlock to keep out the honest
Rusty latch, slot screwed through decay
Fastened and fashioned like chaos combined
Creaking and groaning and girning like him

Spanners and hammers, spread over the bench
Pots and tins of all sort of delights
Hard riven earth your platform
A single light, hiding the spiders webs

All those years ago, the hiding space
My fathers space, his construction zone
My destruction paradise,
A man space, grotto, a shed paradise

Footsteps

Standing tall, standing proud

Each footfall measured,

Trudging, slowly

Onwards and upwards

Stumbling and stuttering

The metallic click

Spike hitting rock

The mumbled curse

Of another tussock

Catching the weary toe

Bounding boulders

Stepping stones

Each step a challenge

A pleasure, a pain

Reaching high

To the gods

Moving forward

Moving upwards

Each measured step

A mountain beyond reach

Magic Moments

The clear crisp winters’ day

Gives slowly to spring

Snow covered and clean

Footprints lead the way

The ptarmigan sits patiently

They will go, they always do

No paths to follow in the crispness

The cotton veil covers the ground

Hiding the rubble, the grit

A broad paintbrush across canvas

Wiping all clean

Like a blackboard cleared of scribbling

The voice utters the challenge

Is ziss the vay to Macdui?

Heads shaking in disbelief

No map or compass, no paths to follow

Will he make it, will he lose his way

On this vast white wonderland

Standing still, summit surmounted

Cold, calm, clear and crisp

Watching nothing, everything

Soaking in the silence

Rest is taken and

Some words are spoken

Views are consumed

Like soggy sandwiches

Washed down with warm tea

One more look before going back

The crisp snow gives way

Feet breaking through

Stumbles and stutters and curses

Stops and starts

Taking in the panorama

Treasuring the brief rests

Downhill, legs wobble like jelly

The long pathless road ending

The slip and the laughter

The realism of calamity

Possible from the slide

The actuality, the fear

Back to base level again

Boots of, bums on seats

Our moment of enchantment, closer to God

Muscles moaning, magic moments.