Saturday, 27 February 2016

A Pair of Angel Hands

As a child, hiding from suffocating strife
She would imagine a pair of angel hands
Cupped around her face
Warm and gentle
Like a summer breeze
There, there, they would whisper
Softly drying her tears.
Ethereal, but tangible.

She could feel arms cocooning her
From the storm raging outside the cupboard door.
Settling the fear, sadness and frustration
In her tiny soul.
Quelling the vengeful spirit
Broiling her insides
As it waited for an opportunity
To tear its way out and wreak havoc

In the embrace of those ghostly arms
Peace and comfort would engulf her
A sense that all would eventually be well
An inner calmness
Would seep into her every atom
Her sob-wrung weary chest would ease
And she could finally lay down to rest
And sleep the sleep of the innocent.

© Kate McClelland 2016

Photo Pixabay

Sunday, 14 February 2016

We danced around each other


I am heartbroken

But I have no right to be

As you are not mine

We danced around each other

For so long

We danced off in opposite directions

Now the music has paused

And I find that

You are with a different partner

And are dancing away from me for good

I always thought

We would eventually end up together

So that when the dancing stopped

We would be face to face

Together for the final waltz

But I somehow missed a step

Lost my cue

And you did not wait for me

To catch up

So I am now a wall flower

Destined to end the dance alone

Knowing the tune and the steps

But standing like a spare part

A well-dressed mannequin  

Unloved, invisible, bereft   

As the music plays on


© Kate McClelland 2015