Creating my own Arcadia

The stark emptiness of a blank canvas 
unfurling before my eyes. A lush carpet 
of soft blades of fresh grass tickling
my senses as I explore bare foot around 
the confines of my existence. 
Will you walk there with me into the unknown? 
With a touch of my finger I will spread 
daisies across the horizon, white petals 
dancing gently in the breeze
as yellow faces search for Helios. 
Long gone are my dreams of crimson
petals that line the marble floor. 
The aged trees in their wisdom will bend 
their branches and form for us a bed, 
softened with moss from the woodland 
grounds and decorated with delicate 
star white petals, as the soft scent of 
Jasmine dances on the summer breeze. 
Will you lay at my side and let me map 
the contours of your body with a trail of 
gentle kisses shimmering in the golden 
sunlight that caresses our uninhibited 
bodies? And as I dance freely across 
this canvas of creation, rose bushes 
of every colour will bloom beneath 
the shadows of my foot prints, 
a floral dance floor for the twilight 
hours as Selene watches from the heavens
and creates a pool of tranquility in which 
for us to bathe, sprinkled delicately 
with her crystallized devotion.
And what beauty will you bring to my vision? 
Will you lay your palms upon the earth and 
create for me peahens and peacocks 
plumes of subtle beauty,
so I may see the beauty of his train 
as he calls to his love? Will you tread upon 
the luscious grass and leave behind 
a trail of promised dandelion wishes, 
for me? Will you look to the heavens and 
request shooting stars to illuminate our skies? 
Will you look to the clouds and ask for 
warm rain to fall from the skies so we may
dance together beneath the falling droplets? 
The stark emptiness of a blank canvas 
unfurling before our eyes in quartz promises
past scars long eschew. 

Karen Hayward ©2016 (2017 edited) Image via wordpress library

Caressed by ebbing calm

Skin wore the essence of summer,
Kissed by waves, embraced by currents
A taste of salt and golden glitter.
Hair a tangled web of curls
Yellow weaves of Destiny
ocean eyes deep and fierce.
Those days were our making,
Druid souls seeped in Poseidon’s kingdom.
Bare foot stamping our mark upon this world,
etched forever into spirits
energised by Helios,
soothed by Selene
caressed upon those shores
by the oceans ebbing love.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
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Time ticks and tocks in the silent beats of ego

Slowly it falls into oblivion
smashed glass shattering
memento.
A brief pause when it hits.
The cursed pleasure of karma.
The jar becomes my integrity
Piercing decades of time,
the coffee grains, my dignity
spilling openly at his feet.
I count my blessings looking
at the tattered remains
of myself, it could have been
worse. He bent to gather
the shards of glass.
It could have been
tampons. That look,
the one that says twenty years
and still she’s as clumsy
as ever. . . too late, the look
lost now among the poetic
irony of a dropped jar
of coffee.

Karen Hayward (c)2017
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Shattering essence of voice

For a fleeting moment space was mine
designed beyond sight
Vulnerability of heart, takes flight
as thought and words soon fly.

If asked, I’d sit three seats to the left
Somewhere between here and mars
I’d converse silently, just me and the stars
and declare my wishes to skies of dark.
It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.

Those twinkling lights have long known your name,
In twilight battles to drive the devil insane
I tell Selene my secrets
I’m not sure she hears and never certain it matters…

I’m not always sure anything matters Living seems only to flatter
We’re specks trying to etch our names into the infinite
spending lifetimes searching
hopelessly for the lost scent of a love we once had
And in the grander scale of things

…I’m never certain that anything matters

Then he whispers and my darkness shatters.

Karen Hayward © 2018

Intrinsic working of an introvert soul

Have you ever watched the intrinsic
workings of an introverts soul?
We hide deep within the shadows
listening as shoes are worn tread bare.
We scuttle through raindrops
feeling the celestial embrace upon our skin.
We roar into empty skies at twilight
with the moon caressing silent thoughts.
But if you look real close,
if you pay attention to our inaudible beat,
you can see us skipping across powder puff clouds
of white searching in emerald skies of blue,
dancing to natures frequency,
singing to the birds symphony.
Have you ever seen the intrinsic
workings of an introverts soul?

Karen Hayward*©2017

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