On a twilight night in November’s glow..
soft-star winds began to blow.
A whispered spell swept ’cross the skies..
The universe opened its silver eyes.
At 8:40pm, the veil grew thin..
Letting a precious new soul step in.
On the 14th November 2025..
The world was gifted when you arrived.
Harry James Churchill, pure and bright..
Born of stardust, wrapped in light.
At 8.6 lbs, strong and sweet..
With 51 centimetres from head to feet.
Evan and Kayla, hearts aglow..
Hold magic only parents know.
Their pride now shimmers warm and true..
For dreams they wished have now come through.
Welcome, dear Harry, to earth’s embrace..
A brand-new story, a sacred place.
May joy surround you all your days..
May love light up your life always.
Grow bold, grow kind, grow brave and wise..
Chase dreams that glitter in the skies.
And know this always, little man..
You’re cherished deeply..
from your loving Nan.
Hairline receding slightly
Waistline a little thicker
Gravity winning the battle
A few centimetres conceded
Even when walking proud
Hearing less acute
Necessitating the TV turned up loud
Eyes needing brighter light
Small print now a challenge
A world through four lenses
No longer two, especially at night
Joints a little rustier
Movement less fluid
Skin a little saggier
“Less firm” more polite
Settling in grooves and furrows
No longer snapping back
White and random hair sprouting
On head, from nose, in ears and on chin
The body the battleground scars of advancing years
A war we will never win
The mind and mood another matter
Age the superhero variable
Calmer, more sanguine
Experience and wisdom to the fore
A knowing wink and smile
Having done it, got the t shirt before
Random knowledge twinned with insight
TV quizzes a breeze
Navigating life’s necessary turbulence
With greater confidence and ease
Youth is not to envy
Advancing years we should embrace
The folly of the young
Firmly in the rear view mirror
We stand as time flies past us
Knowing a more contented future awaits
Multitude of numbers,
Multiply, add, divide,
Minus, percentage, graphs,
Metres, centimetres,
More trigonometry,
Merge with geometry,
Magic of solving sums.
10.02.2020
For Joseph May's "Pleiades" poetry contest
Life Is A Brothel
Life is a brothel she says
Zipping ten centimetres up the crotch of her
Diesel jeans
How many jobs do you have to take to remove your nose
from the rotten-egg stench; how many chances do you have to give
the adjustable lighting
to sweep away for you the connections
to breath-gaps?
translated from Hebrew:
Alexa Christopher-Daniels
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.