THE DANCING YEARS
They had nothing to offer each other
But themselves.
Neither of them much of a scholar,
Both full of love, however, and dreams
That would last a lifetime.
They loved to dance,
Loved to sing,
Loved to drink one too many,
Then dance complicated dances
Without falling over.
Everyone said it couldn’t last.
Years later, it turned out
They were a perfect match,
Still smiling at each other
First thing in the morning.
© 2021 Gwen Grant
CHANGING SEASONS
This first flower
Has taken the garden
By surprise.
Purple and gold,
A small drop
Of glory
Has turned Winter
Into Spring.
Down the path,
Alongside the field,
Two Lovers
Kiss.
Summer
Has come early.
©2021 Gwen Grant
At our front doorstep, we have a tiny flower, much smaller than the
other flowers around it, and yet it is so blue, its blueness shines out
and turns all the other lovely flowers into handmaidens. This flower
is called LITHODORA.
ALL THE BLUE IN THE WORLD
This tiny flower,
Smaller than a baby’s smallest finger,
is so blue,
The wonder is that any blueness
is left in the world,
Drenched and drowned in colour
as this little flower is.
There is passion here,
A deep, unfailing tenderness
In its tiny petalled perfection.
Nothing has been held back,
No scintilla of grace denied
To this small and lovely blossom.
This scrap of beauty,
Its clear blue flame
Shining down the damp and grassy darkness,
Lights the dark path in front of us,
Giving a sudden, startling glimpse
Of a blazing, generous love.
© 2013 GWEN GRANT
WINTER DAY
Another spiteful day
Of bitter wind,
With ice
In the rain.
The only colour,
Small shoots
Of green wheat
Pushing through
Frozen ground.
The only comfort,
Your warm fingers
Curling around
Mine.
The only joy,
Your mouth
Hot as sunshine,
Bringing my cold lips
To life.
© 2021 Gwen Grant
BREAK-OUT
Longing for freedom,
We fly always
Too close to the sun,
Poor things
That we are.
Yet courageous.
For although we forever mistake
Our glittering fancies
For the gleam of freedom,
We carry on.
Often disappointed
To find we are still tethered
To our dreams.
Slowly learning
We can only lose ourselves
In love.
© 2021 Gwen Grant.
Poems by Gwen Grant 