The Gift

This blog has been awhile in the making due to one thing or another. My laptop died on me and took someone much cleverer than me to put it right for starters. It’s back from the brink, hobbling along so hopefully we will remain firm companions for a while longer yet.

Then I had a few weeks when I was in the first flush of hopefulness in the run up to auditions for our next production. Anyone who enters into the world of amateur dramatics or acting etc will know what I mean when I say that my focus was all on those audition pieces and very little else, in the hope that perhaps maybe this year might just be my year. Alas that was not to be, far too many talented people out there for me to blaze a trail through so I found myself in that depressed mode for awhile. We thespians much like we writers go through periods of anguish and despair at wondering whether or not we will ever be good enough to be noticed..even just once so being both of the latter you can imagine my head space has not been a place filled with fluffy bunnies and sunshine.

But here I am almost my happy usual self once more after finding some more of my writing this week in a bit of sift which got Bob shouting at me again to sort myself out and here I am..consider my bum well and truly kicked and back with the writing hat on.

July is a difficult month for me as several of you know but I will endeavour to keep putting that one foot in front of the other thing I do. Life is a gift and the people that we share it with are equally so and with that in mind I thought I would share with you one of my more recent poems and in a change for me it doesn’t actually rhyme!

This came to me one frosty morning when I was awake bright and early enough and got me thinking about how beautiful my car was covered in this frozen pattern of spirals and strokes like a painting, how it was like some beautiful picture, perhaps a gift for an unrequited love affair between the dark of winter and the light of spring and how the sunshine would never get to see this gift because its very presence melted it away. Two star crossed lovers even more so than Romeo and Juliet. Perhaps the tears would be that of a forlorn winter knowing it’s beautiful gift was in vain?

I hope you like it…

The Gift

Eclipsed in shadows, daylight slumbers

As twilight beckons forth the stars

Night returns a cloudless sky.

Midnight comes swiftly on evening’s heels,

Stars scattered like diamonds, sparkle on ebony.

The bitter kiss of winters touch,

A cold beauty lies in each caress.

Frosted glass glistens with every stroke.

A new picture painted, offered to the dawn,

Washed away by sunlight.

Winter’s gift forgotten

Like cold tears on warm skin

Soon a distant memory.

M J Fletcher (December 2016)