Beneath Grey Skies

Iridescent colours cavort in the Cynic's garden,
gossamer wings beating purple and orange
above the stalks of abandoned summer.

Free in the air above sodden ground they tease;
as heavy boots slip in mud,
dislodging the last remaining rose petals.

How brief their summer?
A riotous fortnight
before eternal sleep in glass case.

But first, to the catcher's net.


copyright Catherine J Gardner 2007

Burning Photographs - A Poem

He posed
Enjoyed how the camera captured his image
Eternity in a single frame
His eyes would be forever known
Forever Seen

He died on a cold Friday in December
His face, and hers caught in a wooden frame beside their bed
By January she had burned his image in a mock funeral pyre.