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Jacqueline Elston Poem
ooshka is Scottish Gaelic for 'water'
OOSHKA
Edge of warm, edge of stillness
edge of shaking sands
fields of blue, touching you
moving on, moving on.
Floating mass in sea of Ooshka
see the glass, it's breathing cold
it's silky light in rainbow colours
going on, going on.
Million shores with foaming silver
sleeping, walking, through the stars
dreaming image of Azura rivers
holding on, holding on.
See the sea birds disappear
but their watching from the shore
Ooshka melting waves of sweetness
looking on, looking on.
Snow white waves on smoky pillows
taking back the all it gave
floating dreams forever fading
then it's gone, then it's gone.
Ooshka melting waves of sweetness, then its gone, then its gone.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2021
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
Who
Who's the l
or the you
or the we
Is it you
is it we
or is it
me
I see the trap
that we all
are caught
in
but change the words
from the 'who'
and be
free.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2017
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
The Damsel
There's damsel in a Tower
a dark and gloomy place
a window and a mirror
that show's a tired face.
Her door is made of iron
a window is her light
her hero's by the locked door
the door he tries to fight.
She looks out of her window
and calls out with a cry
her hero's looking back up
and ask's the question 'why' ?
The damsel yearns her hero
to come to set her free
again he pounds the iron
but damsel... has the key' !
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2020
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
He's football crazy, he's football mad
when season's gone wont l be glad
l knew my fate when married him
THAT passion, l'd hoped
was just a whim !!
ps l do love him dearly though lol
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2017
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
A Song for Hannah...( amhran do Hannah-gaelic )in memory of my Gaelic grandmother, died in the 1900's of the Spanish Flu, found with her 4 day old baby in her arms. She was 38 years old.
The race of love
is just to much
as l see your face before me.
Your eyes so tender
as it holds my good byes
but words of hope
it never dies.
l'll breathe the night
as journey's fly's
so little time, the future lied.
Lets close the door
the storms too much
our windows light
no more to touch.
The empty space
holds my goodbyes
but of our love
it never dies.
chorus...
So sleep my love
as worlds go bye
for darkness came
the day you died.
As yearning float
on time untouched
in broken dreams
l cried, l cried.
l'll wait in sleep
an ache untold
for the road l took
and a heart that flowed.
chorus...
so sleep my love
as worlds go by
for darkness came
the day you died.
In sleep l'll wait
till time it calls
and tears from me
will no more fall.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2017
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
The Dingle
Now pleasures few
past contentment knew
the Summer walks
of childhood
Another World
where visions hurled
and little child's veins
electric
Those hazy days
grass carpets lay
wild garlic scents at play
Sharp pebble streams
recalled in dreams
as we wander from the way
Lets sit again
under tents of trees
to ponder bumble bee's
Let memories chase
a magical place
the spirit of
The Dingle
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2017
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
A poem l wrote after reading about the Toffee Maker in Cider with Rosie by Laurie Lee.
The Toffee Maker
Lonely forlorn the spinster be
spirit broken, fell to her knee
she prayed to God for companion true
the Blacksmith listened, and then he knew.
'Please send me a man' he heard her say
for passion did float upon his way
for in the belfry he chanced to hear
the lonely spinster's pain and fear.
So off he ran to look his best
his Sunday suit for her he dressed
'so marry ME' the Blacksmith said
'companion be and surely blessed'.
So to this day the stories told
two lonely hearts from book of old
A spinsters plea in church had led
The Blacksmith heard, and contented wed.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2017
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
l decided to write a little poem today about when my late mom and dad told me about the time when, as a newly young married couple, they climbed out of their Anderson Shelter built in their back garden during WW2, to find their house badly damaged.
The Anderson Shelter.
Shards of glass and splintered wood
and wardens struggling through the mud
the 'all clear' wail that died away
in echo's walls, we had to stay.
Attuned attention we turned our ear
as doodlebugs our greatest fear
and clung to box in case were gassed
and held our heads to measured blast.
The holes in walls and roof ripped off
and dust exhumed with every cough
we held hands tight for what we'd see
from metal tomb as we climbed free.
Our home destroyed and belongings gone
but no one hurt, not single one
we don't look back, as days were bad
we survived it all , for that we're glad.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2017
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
Winter Whispers, that call and call
then snowflakes kiss earth's face on fall
and mountains hold out hands up tall
to catch the whispers ,that call and call.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2017
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Jacqueline Elston Poem
Betrayal Demands An Audience
Pretty smiles
dressed in camouflage
full in view but hidden
talking sincerity
to silent attentive listeners.
Impressive Actor
his stage now set
for betrayal demands an audience
he's inspired from arising cheers
see, his deceitful decorations near.
And when found out
he's drawn them in
his performance was just to win
his stage impressive
and the Actor glorious
for the betrayal demands an audience.
Copyright © Jacqueline Elston | Year Posted 2017
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