Gill Wyatt Poetry, Temptation / Evil
Dangling my toes in the pool, an aura of sulphurous fumes stings my eyes, seizing my senses. The cold air bites and a warm mist lures me, draws me deeper, embracing me, clouding my vision. The stench fades and I relax. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2012
Searching eyes follow me, hoping for death. Unblinking, they watch their prey, as they hover in lofty places, looking for the moment to swoop. A silent move, a flicker, would betray my fear as eyes fixed, they circle nearer, closing in, savouring blood. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2012
Gill Wyatt Love, Old Age / Memories, Poetry
He looked at her with loving gaze and she would stare, and try to place him in her muddled memories of life, and he would tell her, ‘You’re my wife.’ Then she would sigh, and scan with anguished frown the brown-edged photograph he handed her. And back and forth her eyes would dart, a […]
The complacency of comfort seals my soul crushing creativity which crouches in corners for safety until volcanic yearning and longing explode, uncontainable, to see with eyes of awe signs of solar winds. I long for the raw places with wild whales and glaciers, where my heart can beat again and my spirit is free to […]
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
Just a bit of fun for Christmas … Here is the Weather Forecast… Bright and breezy in the morning, things turn black, and without warning suddenly, a storm will brew, folks erupting in a queue. Shoppers, like a wild tornado making sure they have enough, though leaving chaos in their wake, with booming […]
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
I feel its beat, click-clacking from the heels of my feet, pulsating, awakening, exciting, inviting my heart to follow. Touching my senses, leading me on, losing myself in its light, bright dance. Flamboyant flames, swishing and swirling colour erupting, twisting and twirling, clapping, tapping, gathering pace, insistent, persistent and strong. Unrestrained, yet in control, Passion […]
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
I climb slowly out of my grief, each step, soft as velvet brings relief that leads me from the long night of a breakdown, into the light, erasing the blight on my past, that seems abstract now. The kettle bubbles and all my troubles have started to wane, as I listen to normal sounds and […]
Gill Wyatt Miscellaneous, Poetry
The waves retreat to gather force; a frothy, foaming dragon overpowers; pounces. Wind whistles, salt stings, sail flaps, I haul it in to face the wind. She halts. I force the rudder, hard right; desperate, defiant. The mast creaks, she turns to catch the wind. Leaning, heaving the hull races, Slices through the rising swell […]
Gill Wyatt Loss and Death, Poetry
In pain we give birth; and even sorrow, may give way to joy tomorrow, when memories of better days light the face up with a smile, and vanquish tears for a little while. There is gain in every loss and success has its cost. And death, like a seed on the wind that flies, then […]
Gill Wyatt Old Age / Memories, Poetry
She rocks silently in the old chair, soothing her anxieties about her grandmother’s fading years, with no visible tears as she flicks through photos retrieved from a box. She gathers memories here and there like flowers for a posy, and holds them tight, consoling herself in history. Copyright © Gill Wyatt 2011
