The Trees

Are we a Tree?
that grows and grows
four score years or more
save some sudden storm

Your feedback on Nightlove

I am impressed, this is a beautiful piece, you definitely have a way with words, and your princess of night is enchanting, thank you! STEVE

particularly loved your poem 'Nightlove' on your website -- that was excellent. Keep up the great work!  Jane

Nightlove

Curtain leaking light cross the valley 

Owl hooting emptiness

Night a sleeping princess

How she lies over the land

Her hills her folds, a faint heart beat.

A dog barks, no child, no sound stirs

Night slips the cool skin of her valleys

A heart of roses entwined in the tree line,

Cool calms the night

A  faint wind, her breath

A vapor trail faded long in her nightness

I let the garden grow

As I am weary

And on every leaf

On every blade of grass

On every tree silhouette

She slumbers

My princess

Mervyn Cooke 

Copyright © O Derry Boy August 2011

March's Poem

On the long lonely shores of Ica

Lie I on my back and stare at the sky

Follow the flight of the cormorants as they snake

Single file on their languid journey northwards

Stoned straight on this far-flung shore

I feel too giddy to go gawp the universe

I Ica Peru parallel lives

Me the coast the magnetic migration of wildlife

Stare into space and zoomup the universe

Where am I but a dot in your eye