David Wood Poems

My love’s complexion is like a red rose
Her cheeks blush pink and those sweet lips bright red
And oh, that smile makes her wrinkle her nose,
How glad I am that we met young and wed.
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Night cast its cape aside and golden rays
Glanced across the early dawn,
A soft breeze rustled tired leaves
And began to melt the morning dew.
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Oh those flashing green eyes so briefly seen
That turns night into day across the sky
Those mysterious lights of such soft green
That flash across the heavens that sail by.
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The monastery sat high on a hill closer to heaven,
Four tired buildings facing each other forming a
Square with a grass covered courtyard containing
Pretty border flowers seeking God’s forgiveness.
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The gates now firmly closed and bolted shut
With a rusty padlock and chain. The windows waiting
To be boarded up shutting the world out forever.
Faceless voices cry from wheelchairs and walking sticks,
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The air scent heavy with the morning rain
As tall as the cathedral spire looking to heaven.
Tumbling out of the sky in big dollops falling
To the ground forming puddles.
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Two weeks your mother has now been with us
She has eaten me out of house and home
When will she pack her bags and take the bus
Or off to the pub I will sadly roam.
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My sweet love does keep an orderly house
Her tidy kitchen is her pride and joy
‘Tis swept clean, no dust not even a mouse
With her rolling pin, her favourite toy
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Standing on my front step
Leaning against the door frame
I wait with frozen hands for -
The post man.
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Who on earth could put that sword from that stone
Many had tried but all failed in their quest
But one man did when he was all alone
When all other knights had tried their very best.
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