Lace of Love
She Fits me
Our Mirror on the wall
A beautiful flower
Pheromone Power
A siren for your desire
A woo with all
Miss Lilac Lily
A fleur de lis ,
Pure thoughts sewn into our tapestry
Dances with our thoughts ...
We hope for the pattern of history
Our universal fabric Inspired geometry
The flight of The Bee
The Buzz Word
Dancing in The Halls
A waggle of honey
The Fashion Industry
Bee Kind
Bee Happy
Love Daisy
My Granddaughter
Haiku
Just a bit of time
My pretty Vivienne Lei
Gave me a sheer joy.
I am named after my grandmother.
Christened Sarah Jane, she was known as Jeanie.
That is often the way where I come from,
that deviation from the written proclamation.
The first three of my siblings
were never called by their primary
baptismal names, after family relations.
But the second, more meaningful to my parents.
So, Michael Derek became Derek,
Martin Seaneen, Seaneen (son of Sean)
and Vivienne Teresa, Teresa. (Daddy's mother's)
The trend ended with me for some reason.
The three younger than I were also spared confusion.
Perhaps because my mother named me after her's,
and wanted to hold that connection to her heart.
To hear her name on a daily basis.
In return, I did the same for her.
She was always just Mum to us seven.
Daddy was the only one to call her name at home.
And such a lovely unusual name it is, Edna.
Although both were unimpressed with my choice initially,
I think Mum was secretly pleased.
Having grown into her name most beautifully,
my Edna has now met her Rupert.
The wedding invite will sound grand.
14/03/2019
WHAT'S IN A NAME POETRY CONTEST
for Kim Rodrigues.
A garden in the hush of eventide,
all work has stopped, the buds have closed in sleep.
A summer place, we saunter side by side.
Above, a crescent moon is set to peep
shyly on our bliss, both satisfied
and sad the day is ending glorified.
Reluctantly we turn our steps aside
towards the setting sun that dips below
the trees that line the riverside
with red-streaked colour statement. It must go,
to stay away for hours, just to preside
on other summer places we don’t know.
We turn again, prepared to go inside
as night must fall, the moon will still to abide.
©Vivienne Blake 2010
I was fit and feisty at fifty
It was no big deal
Because that's how half a century
Is supposed to feel.
In my sixties I'll take stock
Start making great plans
Ignoring all the 'you cant's'
And embracing all the 'I cans'.
Can I be sexy at sixty?
and try all the fashions and fads
Wear stockings and suspenders
And Joan Collins shoulder pads.
I can deal with sexy at sixty
And wear Vivienne Westwood clothes
Dress up and go out on the town
Wearing all my buttons and bows.
I'm going to be sexy at sixty
I'll wear Gok Wan lingerie
Find myself a toyboy
Then maybe lead him astray.
Swift and sexy at sixty
When I get my Jimmy Choos
Dancing the night away
To the sound of Rhythm and Blues.
Oh! I want to be sexy at sixty
'cause age is a state of mind
I'm preparing my body at keep fit
So as not to be left behind.
But first, I have to deal with
Old skin, Bad teeth and Grey hair
Then remove the unwanted growths
From just about everywhere.
Then I'll definitely be sexy at sixty
And undoubtedly done it all
The only problem is that
Most of it I simply won't recall..