THE STOLEN KISS

THE STOLEN KISS

Outside the dance hall,
Through the door no-one
Was supposed to open,
They slipped into darkness
To stand in the freezing air,
Lean against thin snow
Clinging to the red brick wall.

Both trying to stop shivering,
Both failing,
Both finally giving in.
Retreating back to the music,
Back to the dancing,
Closing the door behind them,

Leaving the icy darkness
But taking that warm, stolen kiss
With them.

                ©2021 Gwen Grant

THE PALE ROAD

moonlit scene

   THE PALE ROAD

The house is quiet, silent,
Except for the ticking of the big clock
At the bottom of the stairs,
Whose chimes keep company
With those who cannot sleep.

Just before dawn,
A thin moon slides in through the window
And in a moment those awake
Walk the pale road of remembrance,
Of longing, until the past
Becomes the pale road of prayer.

Let the clock chime again,
That the past may be left behind,
The moon soothe the restless heart,
The whispered words bring peace.

                      ©2021 Gwen Grant.  

AN INDIVIDUAL SUMMER

ruin

  AN INDIVIDUAL SUMMER

There is a scent of roses here
As there was
In that quiet Cathedral.

Yet there are no flowers
At all,
Not here.

Not in this place of winter
And silent stones.

Only the flower of love,
That waits always for a chance 
To blossom
Wherever it can find a home.

                      © 2021 Gwen Grant.