Poetic Divergence

The rounded form of my rhyme
Plays smooth and eloquent
In the ether of my mind.
It casts elegant shadows
On parchment backdrops
But when released as thought
Into the world of free verse
Where angst reigns supreme
Amid a landscape of images
Of pain and despair
It tumbles out awkwardly
And is broken and shattered
Upon the splintered edges
Of what passes for art

The Eagles

The eagles rise on gilded wings
Raw power is focused and harnessed
Feathers grip the wind firmly
Each majestic stroke calculated to produce
Until at last the distant apex is achieved
And now the regal wingspan reigns
The kings and queens are again on the throne
The skies are ruled with barely perceptible movement
The eyes of the monarch rest not
As they hang suspend in nothingness
Horizons are scanned in minute detail.
At last the quarry perceived and flight adapts
Wings shift gently and a new pattern emerges.
The downward spiral begins, eyes still trained
Ever increasing, the widening gyre
The silent approach is unnoticed until the last
The stone-like descent, as wings are folded.
Hurtling earthward at a frightening pace.
Razor sharp talons extend as the plunge nears conclusion
A flash of wings and a snatch of talon
Direction changes as prey is acquired
And once again the majestic climb begins.

Temptation 

So inviting behind the glass
Your golden skin beckons
With a come-hither look
Designed to whet my deepest appetites
And make me drool
The deep blue of your eye
Catches mine
It’s a temptation that holds me
I’m unable to look away
No doubt I could have you
Laid gently upon my table
Begging me to fill my mouth
With your tart, tangy and creamy centre
There is no doubt you would go straight to my middle
To ride for an eternity on my hips
But I have already had ice-cream
So blueberry cheesecake is out…. at least for today.

All materials copyright of George Arnold