Andrew Rainford Poems

Do you recall a time,
Where the most significant dilemma,
Was which brook to bridge,
Or which field to ford,
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Your incandescent train snakes its way through the trees,
A company taking its final journey to your appointed place,
So ethereal and pearlescent,
Most beautiful of all children in this world.
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On the edge of the Abyss stands,
A withered shadow and whisper of divine creation,
Heart laid bare betwixt scale and stone,
Crushed and bloody it dies,
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In the midsummer of life you came to me,
Green and innocent in your blossoming,
To argue whether Marion or Willow was your hue,
And so began the trickling fall which launched the avalanche.
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Celestial bodies entwine,
In the endless infinity above,
A beautiful sight, nay a wonder,
To lay gift to us with divine imagery,
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Upon a time at morning’s dew,
There stood a figure tall and true,
Among the grass and buttercups,
In scarlet, red as the wine she sups.
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