Jayne Downing

Jayne Downing Poems

Mevagissey twinkles illusive ‘cross the drowsy bay
The air is full of Brigadoon
And you were always only halfway here
But now you’ve gone, disappeared complete.
...

The map of years woven across your face
Tells of the journeys you took without me
But all paths pull me back to your eyes,
Intense and blue as ever
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I brought all my fruit trees in
And stepped away from you my dear
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4.

Don’t tell me your secrets
When I prefer the lies
Don’t massacre me with honesty
While I can keep my eyes shut tight from all the truth
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She doesn’t mean it
Her voice is hollow and tired
But he misreads the sadness in her eyes
He thinks the hope has died
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Brush of a touch,
Hint of a hand
Surreptitious
Breath stops
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The ceaseless pulse of time
Scrubbing the feet of the bay
...

Rush, push, punch to make it to the top
You know their name, their rank, perused their file
But never read their face
You mail with e, not post, impose your strength
...

High fibre semi skimmed
Low fat herbal pee
Multi grain multi packs
Multi saver interest free
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Tracks make their mark across the heath
Fractured trees bleeding in the wind
Life ran away to find another place
No heartbeat here
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Now and then
Have and had
The chasm chiselled by a tense
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The eye is a little jaded
But it doesn’t cut
The smile is a little faded
But it doesn’t cut as much
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I wake up and you are not in my day
For a moment life stands still
The pillows entice me to stay and pretend
But it’s time, time for life to mend
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When something is left it loses its sheen
As the particles of time settle and tarnish the dream
Layering hours into days
And months into years
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Jayne Downing Biography

I was born in the Midlands and have ALWAYS enjoyed writing. The first poem I can remember writing was at the age of seven, about a mouse on the kitchen floor - 'playing on squares red and yellow'..... 'then he went back to his den, and stayed there as quiet as a hen'! ! ! ! ! That's all I can remember - I have since learned that hens are NOT quiet and that there are other words that rhyme with 'den'! I moved to Cornwall at the age of 18 and married (disasterously) at the age of 19, but I stuck it out for 14 years - mad or what! ! The two good things from the marriage are my daughters who light up my life on a daily basis making me laugh all the time - and cry with pride. I went back to 'school' in 2005 and have now finished my English Lit degree. I would LOVE to do a Masters, but it costs too much. I find making time to write very difficult, it's so frustrating, I have SO many bits of paper with about three lines of poetry scribbled hastily down at Tesco, or at the traffic lights on the way to work. Oh yes, work, as well as being a carer for my ninety year old Gran, I'm also a violin/trumpet teacher - so as you can see, time really is an issue.)

The Best Poem Of Jayne Downing

Bermuda Triangle

Mevagissey twinkles illusive ‘cross the drowsy bay
The air is full of Brigadoon
And you were always only halfway here
But now you’ve gone, disappeared complete.
The lost island that no one ever quite could reach
The distant shore bountiful, replete
That disappears before the anchor touches sand
Bermuda triangle en suite
Lights grow dim and start to fade in the light of day
A dusting of dawn sprinkles o’er the moon
Your words were always constantly sincere
You told the truth beyond hopes we couldn’t quite delete
The sunken boat that floundered near an isolated beach
Too long waning, shrinking, obsolete
Dissolving in the water before it reaches land
Bermuda triangle en suite

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