I sat on the stony shore as the soft ebbing tide drifted further away. The suns rays reflecting, of the seas surface, like gold dust, dropping from the sky. I close my eyes and, let the winter sun warm me. I can feel your kisses on my shoulder, they're soft and warm... My eyes open, I rest my head upon my knees. Fate is cruel. I look out at the blue/grey sky, and wonder why. Life is never easy and perfection is rare. But why does it taunt me. I close my eyes, go back to my memories, they're all I have now. All I will ever have. I never knew that I would actually miss you. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
That deep vibrational
roar as the
plane splits through
the topaz sky,
and I am there.
I am the child on the
sand watching the skies
I am the teenager.
In denim shorts
and wild blonde hair
that sways as I move.
I am the adult still
young of age,
wishing away work
and counting the days.
I am the day tripper,
the local, the thought
you had gone,
and great to see you back.
I am the adult in a crowd
of known faces,
the history of kisses
leave faint little traces.
I am the knowing, you
are the eyes,
the moment is here
caught in time.
The planes whizzing by,
the crowds all roar,
Lifeguards walking the edge
of the shore.
I am the one, one of some,
Cider and wine sat down on the
sand, bank holiday this was always
our plans. The end of summer
whispers on the breeze,
the last weekend of freedom,
before the sunshine leaves.
Karen Hayward. ©2016
Whispering like a dormant field mouse,
but roaring like a fucking lion.
You loved from your soul and nothing less,
And happily fucked up and cleaned up the mess.
To be loved by you in any form
was protection, an absolute norm.
And I look at Tish,
and I know the wings you spread about her,
No one’s gonna get there,
not with you about her.
Fire in your spirit that burns throughout your skin,
A devil’s little angel always teetering on sin.
The girls they fell about your feet,
swooning, every time you meet.
You were fucking fit
And boy did you know it.
Yet to be your girl
was to be your world.
And now age has fell upon us creeping up the rear,
and murmurs of your name I do often hear.
You left us far behind, a memory of your past,
Your life began unfurling all so very fast.
Your whisper still is there, it hides beneath the roar,
and your name now opens up metaphorical doors.
You reached beyond the skies,
never scared to stop and try.
You walk another beat that drums to just a few,
you’re a nutter, braver still,
but always the seaside lad I knew.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Last night whilst my eyes were closed
and my mind shut down I dreamed
of the ocean. Clouds skirted above and
a grey hue hung from the air in crytalised
perfection. At first I stood alone,
just the grains of sand beneath my feet,
the damp mist at my skin and the soft
ebbing ocean that appeared to be stilled
and yet was simply moving in a low beat.
Then I saw her in the distance, laughing as
she ran in and out of the cool fresh ocean.
Droplets of water gently slipping through
the air and splashing, lovingly against her.
Her giggles of delight dancing across
the horizon, waltzing across the white
foam and cart wheeling across the shore.
I sat down and watched as she played at one
with the universe and the universe
Karen Hayward ©2015.
Ignorance of child-
hood, innocent broad smiles
lost on summer tide.
Karen hayward ©2015 Image and words.
It’s only in darkness that the light skips across the sand.
It’s only as the sun leaves and the moon arrives that silence comes.
Only when I need it does the tide ebb foamed in white,
And only when my eyes are closed so tight.
Only when my eyes are closed do I feel the soft salty mist against my cheeks.
Only when in darkness do I see the particles of light that look like crushed crystals.
Only hours later do i feel the stray grains of sand as my fingers glide across my skin and instantly i am back there toe deep in the oceans brittle glitter.
It’s only with my eyes closed tight that I can feel the ocean breathe through me,
and I realise I have the strength of the on coming tide
With the moon to be my guide.
I have this darkness so I can see the light,
And the strength, so I can win the fight.
Karen Hayward (©2015) poem and image.
Fucked up and busted,
burnt out or rusted. Broken
glass and shattered dreams
of a fantasy held, but never seen.
Lost souls in a town of death
blood, sweat and the eternal meth.
wooden homes burnt and gone,
a hidden place so filled with wrong.
Drugs and hate with cider shots,
this is the place that love forgot.
Fucked up and broken
the devil himself has spoken,
he rules the town of deep despair,
The wooden town that time forgot,
there’s one road in, and it’s full of rot.
Broken souls and spirits high,
as someone, somewhere, begins to fly.
He takes from their soul
a bit at a time,
feeds them back life,
built upon crime.
A fantasy once, held by mans dream,
to recreate life an image he’d seen.
Memories of old in the wood that he sold,
to have and have be
the stories to keep…
a holiday for life, a home where you’d sleep,
but the devil did see the dream
that would be,
with its one road in that
led to the sea.
And the universe screamed,
and the universe saw,
the dream that was built right there at the shore.
She sprinkled down sand,
and skies of deep blue,
and added souls with hearts
that were true.
She shot out the stars
that covered the sky,
these were the light
that lit up the dark.
And the devil despaired
and the devil does fight,
he’ll do what he can to banish this light.
Shattered glass and splintered dreams,
lost souls fraying at the very seams.
There’s those that see, the dark and the lost,
the eternal damned, societies lost,
and those that know
of one mans dream,
never made but always seen.
Karen Hayward ©2016
I want to feel,
The soft, damp
I want to
Smell the sea
Air, fresh and
Mist so thick
I cannot see,
I want to hear
Ebb of a calming
I want to hide.