Eas Fors Waterfall

 Cascades the rocks; transcends my mind 

A lullaby for weary eyes 

Caressing cliffs, majestic crined 

Celestial like, shooting star skies

More hypnotic grace, you’ll ne’er find 

Except sweet sway of rhythmic tides

Like mane she flows, ethereal

White moonlight tinctures, pearlescent 

Did God from angels’ tresses steal

Silken ribbons, incandescent

Pale lava-rain; ebullient zeal 

Giggling water… effervescent 

Tranquil her call, so innocent   

Gentle whispers, murmurations  

Yet soulful song so eloquent

Enchants our hearts, incantations

Serenity... so redolent

Heals and frees from all frustrations

©  Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry. 

(NB - Eas - Gaelic for waterfall 

         Fors- Norse for waterfall)

 

The Pain She Hides

Her face, it charts a map of where she's been
Beneath the paint's serene facade…murky
A veil she wears so trauma can't be seen
Faint signs hidden: eau de toilette - 'whiskey'

Wrinkles etched deep, that makeup cannot fill
Tinged, red, cobwebs tattooed on whites of eyes
Her thin smile twitches, strained; cannot keep still
Even though luscious lashes try disguise

The pain she hides sings sonnets to the wind
Poignant their tone with stanzas of regrets
Gale echoes back to her in wails unhinged
Soliloquy of heart; hears no one... yet

When carried, pain concealed, it starts to grow
When roots split heart and psyche; fear is sown

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry

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Crumpled Shapes

Fierce, biting cold it steals their dreams 

Hunger’s cruel ache; King thief of sleep 

Loneliness, their bedfellow... screams!
Trauma grips tighter; hears them weep

Snow falls, but no angels they make 
Like Korai… frozen figures, draped 
Angel of death; they fear their fate 
Cold, Cement City’s crumpled shapes 

Once they were someone... to someone
Now dishevelled; minds full of holes
To all, but their bereft loved ones,

they’re nameless; forgotten, lost souls

The truth is, they’re like you and me 
Uncomfortable... it may be 
One turn of fate; brought to their knees 
Show them empathy; kindness, please 

Tonight, on mattresses of stone 
May it be their last without hope
May caring hands guide gently home
We all need help... sometimes to cope 

© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry