Carillon Magazine

Poetry from the magazine

Issue 17

 

I smiled to hide dark tears inside

Andy Senior (Sheffield)

 

Tears of sadness roll down my weary cheek.
Inside a heart of hopelessness,
I can but only wait.
Deep down I weep.
and hide.
Dark days pass slowly,
But I smile at memories from long ago.

 

I scurried away from the street lights' gaze.

 

I gaze through the mist
And watch the night as it scurried along.
The street became silent,
Lights twinkle
Away from the noise of the town
Life carries on.

 

Silently I lay pinned by the gloating moon

 

I lay too soon
Silently upon a blanket of summer fresh cut grass,
Pinned by watching the sun sinking below the horizon
On an ocean of tranquil calm,.

 

Late August

Lorna Grinter (Wellington)

 

The afternoon hangs fire

suspended in silence

 

In the fetid lung

of another tomorrow

 

the air’s fever is like

a cauldron oozing steam

 

bleached grasses hug the verge

as traffic trawls breathless air

 

sun murmurs filigree shapes

on cry-thirsty leaves

 

flower seeds hiss, explode

burn without torment

 

And yet I shiver in this heat

that holds me in the grip

of its blistering knot

 

even in this torrid silence

I feel the first bite of autumn