You were sending 

A birthday  card

To your biggest sister

And you couldn’t reach the box 

Because your little legs couldn’t

Let you stretch up that high

(Mine can barely either)

So I picked you up

So you could post your card. 

© Caro Ness 2015

I stumbled into 

A secret garden

Hidden behind

A huge oak door

And found magic

An unknown gardener

With a loving hand

Had created

A floral peacock

Of simple white flowers

More beautiful

Than the bejewelled creature

It emulated 

© Caro Ness 2015 

The mountain

In sunshine

Like a piece

Of white

Toblerone chocolate

Still in its gold

Paper wrapper

 © Caro Ness 2015

  
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I’m tired of jumping from tree to tree,

And high enough to evade the cat,

I fancy a bit of revelry,

I want to be carefree – stuff like that.

So I found this nice umbrella,

To make me chic, to give me shade,

Don’t you think I’m a splendid fella,

D’you like the improvements that I’ve made? 

© Caro Ness 2015

I dream of things I hate or fear,

Of flood and fire and dragon’s wings,

That those I love just disappear, 

And myriad other hateful things.

But I also dream of unicorns,

Of stars that stud the moonlit skies,

Of fairies blowing magic horns,

Of delicate, dancing dragonflies.

I dream of worlds that must exist,

Some at night and some by day, 

I dream of being in a sylvan tryst,

Glorying in the Milky Way. 

© Caro Ness 2015  

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There’s a spot that I like to go,

When troubles seem to overwhelm,

It’s where the crystal waters flow,

Over mossy stones from the fairy realm.

The river’s rumble calms my fears,

Brings me a sense of lasting peace,

And all anxiousness disappears,

As I find a sweet release.

© Caro Ness 2015 

He is my little brother

So we just go together

We support each other

No matter what the weather

So if it’s really nice and hot

We’ll sit here on the grass

And contemplate the world a lot 

Watch people as they pass

© Caro Ness 2015 

I was sad,

Sad about you and I,

We had argued,

So I took myself

For a solitary walk. 

The skies seemed to

Echo my mood,

Stormy,

Angry,

Turbulent.

And then,

As I thought more

About you and I,

Clouds,

Like puffballs,

Built and massed,

And my spirits lifted

With them.

© Caro Ness 2015 

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It was years since I’d visited

My grandfather’s farm, 

It had become inaccessible, 

The grass now grew across the road,

And the fenceposts clung to one another,

Drunkenly,

Connected by sad and futile bits of wire

A morning mist hovered,

Half-burned by the sun,

Which threw long shadows down the track.

It would have been sad,

But for the trees that lent their shade,

And crowded the path in a protective embrace, 

Returning fond snatches of memory to me

Of my grandfather’s farm.

© Caro Ness 2015 

This forest is rather remote,

So it’s  hard to stay current, afloat,

Therefore we peruse,

A book or the news,

And that, well it does float our boat! 

© Caro Ness 2015