creativity alley
Awaken to Creativity Alley,
As I sit here unable to see,
It’s 5a.m not even light.
Times like these are prescious to me.
I’m not on the beach,
Or listening to the sea,
Even the cry of those silly seagulls.
I’m in my very own magical bed,
The one I sewed together,
With remnants of my love.
Look at this room, what have you created?
Don’t you realise woman,
You are head and shoulders,
Above those clouds.
Why, your Creativity Alley personified!
You lady, yes you!
Have the purest of hearts!
He’s there for you in those shadows of his.
Waiting and watching with his ticking clocks.
Time had not run out, it’s his best friend.
He’s just a clock, a simple clock.
One that ticks to the endless rhythm of his beating heart!
THERE! YES. THERE!
As I cry out in this twilight world.
A beautiful galloping white wild horse.
A starlight night. A Lovers warm embrace,
A shimmering silver comet,
A spark, an idea, some angel cake!
This morning is still,
A clear blue sky,
Miss Summer is starting to shed her rainbow cloak.
The folds of Summer, gently locked away.
Away in that closet for yet another time.
Awaken Miss Autumn,
Decked out in her finest bonfires,
Look! She’s stolen all the fires of the zodiac.
With a coat she has fashioned to match them all.
Hey diddle, diddle and a merry hi ho,
Off the little people go marching to fairyland.
Please quick as you can Sir, make a wish!
Count on Majick and things unseen.
Wish on rainbows, throw coins in a stream.
Marvel at your fortune in fluffy white clouds.
Your inner child, the one you set free.
She’s running through daisy fields,
Catching butterflies, laughing with glee.
Her curls bouncing in dappled sunlight.
There’s some light now,
Although very slight,
Flickering through my window pane,
My room is still, i’m happy and relaxed,
My insides feel like a melting pot.
I’m warm under our duvet,
though a little tired…
I’ve been writing this poem since 5a.m!
He opened my window,
He crept right back in,
Washing away my anxieties again.
He’s an unseen face and an unheard laugh,
He’s as real to me as Neptunes roar!
Is he a caged beast or a gentle lamb?
Who knows the secrets of his troubled heart,
Does the answer lay in those patchwork fields?
As I embark on my journey my mind will drift,
Of the beauty of nature and the people it brings,
There’s a different difference that’s meant to be,
Sewn into the threads of my very make up.
All that I am and all that I am meant to be,
Is within me and I suspect deep inside of him.
I will hold onto my shimmering trail of fairy dust,
For it can take me anywhere I please.
There’s no need for me to a board a plane,
Listen to yourself and those mind jewels of Wales.
Your a sensitive soul and a garden of light.
Just listen out for those bells of Cantref Gwaelod.
Enjoy the landscape, find majick everywhere.
Bottle it, store it deep in your heart.
Look you woman. Yes You, ARE just one of a kind!
Give thanks to the person that you ARE!
Creativity Alley is one hell of a gift!
You have made it your friend,
When times where tough!
Hang onto love,
It’s within yourself.
END.
