JJ Evendon Poems
|82.||The Man Who Could Float On Air||10/20/2014|
|84.||The Lucky Cork||11/19/2014|
|91.||The Taste Of Love||1/31/2015|
|94.||Lady With Crystal Eyes||2/25/2015|
|107.||An Autumn Affair||11/4/2015|
|111.||Shaping The World||11/20/2015|
|120.||Canon In D Major||4/24/2015|
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Great sarsens stand silent, like warriors.
Awaiting battle, awaiting orders.
On the passing of the shortest night,
they become sanctified with the coming of the new light.
It is this cosmic signal which re-awakens their dormant spirit
marking the arrival of the longest day, releasing the power that's held within it,
As their long dark shadows shorten and then slowly fade away,
they draw upon the elements - earth, water, air and fire – to come into play.
For millennia their synchronicity was of equal form,
to become 'Spirit' – the fifth element – set by the ...
A Breakfast Affair
I’m a jar of Greengage Jam
and I’m upset because of a remark made by a man.
He’s tall, good looking and funny
and one day he said ‘I love the taste of sweet honey’.
Well that, for me, is not what I expected to hear.
Not when only this morning he called me ‘dear’.
We would always meet for breakfast at around 8
and before he picks me up and spreads me on his plate
he’d carefully pop my top off and look inside and say ‘wow you do look yummy’