A Wintry Escapee

A winter freeze escaped from jail

The cold blue-stone wind howled

Snapping the edge off brittle souls

Cutting lunar furrows on prisoner’s brows

Sleet and hail swept across the bay

Blowing penguins in from their polar play

Arriving on the ocean’s icy spray

A frozen sea of glacial grey

The gales watery corrugations swirled and waved

And the winter air blasted for days

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Echos

My night’s sleep was calm and sound

Despite the deafening noise of echos lost a found

I heard the midnight owl singing

Replaying tunes, of last years bells ringing

My blankets had not been disturbed

As if my shadow had slept unperturbed

And my mind had been emptied of yesterday’s wind burns

Then my morning song whispered the words, “sunshine returns”

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Soundless

My dying dusk is falling out of bounds

Evening clouds are not making a sound

I cannot hear moon shadows hit the ground

And I see the silent night being slowly drowned

Then my midnight queen, arises to be crowned

The Goddess of Light, and I’m spellbound

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Bananas, Strawberries and Ice-cream

Late tonight, and I’m listening to my ‘Sia’ music playlist

Pondering my life’s forever twists

Eating, bananas, strawberries and ice-cream

Here beside my bed, covered in poetry dreams

Tullawalla booklets, full of memories and rhymes

I’m not going to cease, writing this time

I heard her singing, “keep writing for me”

“let everyone know, how life should be”

“remain the lover of our trees”

“nurture your flowers for the bees”

“continue swimming in your favourite sea”

“keep your imagination free, for yourself and me”

Yeah, no matter what

I’m not going to stop

While my sky is still up top

I’ve more to write before I finally drop

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Unsheltered

Sheltering

Under my bed-covers

Engulfed by a shadowy moon

Awake too soon

Mind’s out of tune

Sheltering

Under my verandah roof

Hiding from the morning sky

Where you won’t see me cringe and cry

Wings have been clipped, I cannot fly

Sheltering

Under my courtyard tree

Avoiding the winter sun

No ! not another rerun

White gowns, again undone

Sheltering

Beyond my distant horizon

Bypassing the grey clouds above

Nurturing my foxgloves

Surviving the touch of her love

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Awakening Bolt

I’m patiently waiting

In my Neurosurgeon’s rooms

The visit should’ve been a scheduled check-up

But here I am, explaining yesterday’s jolt

I had an episode whilst driving

I nearly caused an accident

I blacked out for a second

I lost power in my stroke affected arm and leg

I started to panic

I had to stop and rest

Fortunately I experienced

An immediate awakening

My senses came back

My quickened heart-rate slowed down

My specialist has banned me from driving

I’m to undergo scans next week

I’m confused and upset

I’m blessed and unhurt

There’ll be a week of having tests

Then I’ll be waiting for the results

Hopefully the outcome will be positive

And the awakening lightening bolt, was heaven sent

Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

The feature image above is a photo of a park bench in my favourite Park in Geelong, the spectacular Queens Park area. Glorious riverside walking tracks, and picnic areas, where I took these photos attached. And this where I wrote these two poems, sitting on the banks of the Barwon River, at a picnic spot near Buckley’s Falls, very peaceful and picturesque . “Queens Park” in response to the Weekly Word Prompt >> Park… please click on the link to visit the Prompt site…..