Poetry (Short Stories)

My poetry is best consumed after 3 or 4 4 or 5 vodkas. Or more. Don't blame me if you read the below without taking this simple precaution.

Mistakes

Loves fiery embrace

sears foil'd dreams and past mistakes

exposing our souls

Playing

Running together,

Playing forever – 'neath soft

Spring dappled sunlight

Eye - I 

In my eye your fire; 

moon rider gifting life hue; 

Tear-fall, free you fly 

Eye - II 

Moon rider your fire 

In my eye, your heartbeat: 

Tear-fall, free you fly 

Peace 

Once we were friends - 

travelling far side by side 

with the magic of us 

Yes, once friends - now more 

in the cool of our night and 

the touch of delight 

Fear

Terrible power

Through her ruin’d eyes roil’d -

Killed him there she could

Despair

Bleeding back into

This other world unbidden -

Cold eyes staring

Palerang

I

Palerang - silent menace ageless sleeps

Stirring now as mountain storm vengence seeks

Kaditcha man shadow dancing chanting

Turns her hate timeless and instead she weeps

II

Her tears falling gather here at our camp

A secret pool high on Palerang damp

Wood fire reflected in crystal waters

Horses, shuffle, I am drawn to the bank

III

Dangerous place these tears of agony

Spirit victims drifting here restlessly

My face lit from below, thousands of stars

See the dancers, touching eternity

IV

Smoke drifting chant lifting summons the past

Perfect mirror glowing soft illusion cast

A breeze plays on the surface suddenly

The failed dreams of a thousand lovers past

V

A tear forms unbidden softly falling

My own regrets and losses remembering

Horses snicker at far away thunder

Mists swirling smoke drifting dreams forming

VI

My mind drifts a far distant pool recalling

Saleen darts flat wet hair surfacing

Quiet we walked there together as friends

We left there as lovers heart trust holding

VII

Standing together different trouble

Beauwulf parries and thrusts, desparate struggle

Quiet healing you send, smiling my name

Enemies fiece, but your touch so subtle

VIII

Heeding your call I reach for your hand

Cold water shocks me awake on the sand

But in the ripples I see your face smiling

And your sweet laughter echoes over the land

Gift

In my loneliness

unexpected and unsought

a gift so touching

Been 'in love' before

felt passion's grip wax then wane

but now - here - so sweet

I dont understand

I cant fathom it at all

so deep these waters run

Moments

Frozen forever

one sweet moment together

heart gift dearest one

Being

From high circling hawk

sharp wind catches your being

curled warm in your chair

Here, I see past days 

Snow flake warming in your hair 

As mist takes my eye

Peter Quinton

Palerang

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