Love Wise And Kind 4. (Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice

‘Strength enough to build a home,
Time enough to hold a child, Love
enough to break a heart, ’

Tiffany kissed wintersmith on his
ice-blue lips, drew down the sun;
summer had come, winter was gone

She’d cry for wintersmith who desired
above all to be human, making her roses
and icebergs, frost and snowflakes;

I cried with her tonight in bed
I shall rework the story in my
head, creating a containing universe

Where simple love is quite enough to
realize all romance, where “Tiffany’s”
proliferate in love with wintersmiths

where Opera Ghosts find their
true loves, where Alfredo lives
in bliss with Violetta,

where Othello, Moor from Venice
Loves his faithful Desdemona
without jealousy,

a universe where love is wise and kind,
as it should have been on earth; maybe
once was and might be again...

Terry Pratchett “Wintersmith” Corgi books,2007
Quote from p.382


A Nest At My Desk 3.

My computer is becoming user-friendly now,
added my glass earrings to look like dew-
drops, took my necklace apart, affixed the
miniature roses and flowers in pink, they
add to my happiness and comfort most
magnificently

Cancer my Astrogenetic sign, I would have
been better off in school years if I knew that
creating a safe little nest at my desk would
have taken the feelings of estrangement &
isolation away, I’ve learnt to travel with
teddies and photographs in my bag

in addition to several books to read, now I
can even fall asleep in a strange hotel – if
the teddies are ranged around me, that is,
with peanuts and chocolates to see me
through the night, got to create a home
from home in order to survive

My work station in Kinsley Centre resembles
an exotic corner in an Oriental bazaar; the
little wooden dolls smiling at me
all the time….


My Despair Is Growing 2.

As the Wintersmith changes himself
into a human being, but the author
insists it is not possible for an elemental
to master being human and think the
right thoughts, my despair is growing

As Tifanny flees from the danger of
eternal winter while feeling sorry for
him, I’m fleeing negative thoughts, we
have good intentions, but no wisdom,
attempts to provide in each other’s needs

Are doomed from the beginning, the kids
want to do their own projects, hubby insists
on butting in, dissatisfied with their results,
I cannot offer support while caught in the
gales and avalanches of the lovable

But dangerous, Wintersmith, attempts at
escaping by reading Rumer Godden and
The Inflatable Shop have not helped at all,
suddenly finished my documents, existential
angst is catching up with me…


Lonely In The Extreme 1.

Your face closed up last night,
your eyes turned inwards, I had
fled into my book, your eyes were
empty when you came to bed, this
morning you made a wry comment

‘The kitchen looks terrible’, I apologised,
at work the music in my earphones remained
outside my head, the leaden heaviness within
does not allow rhythm and sunshine in, we are
going to discuss dictionaries at ten, I can’t think
of a more boring subject

Your cold eyes still casting their withering light
in my mind, I’m looking for an escape, read “The
Inflatable Shop” while eating my ice cream, the
words failed to penetrate my ice-cold mind, without
the sun shining in my head, this day is cold and dark,
lonely in the extreme…