| Barbara Taylor - Poet |
| Wellington, New Zealand |
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| Poetry: |
| All the poetry on this page is my own original work, and is �Barbara Taylor. |
| Goldfish pond Honey and fire sleekly glisten through the water Darting gliding and when you listen you'll hear the sound as they break through the surface and flick around Gossamer tail in graceful trail You wouldn't think they'd come to you when you call but now they do Little eyes upward turned Watchful trusting as they've learned Leap to catch the spoils you throw Then dive again to depths below �Barbara Taylor Broken doll Doll lies askew In a dark corer Where needles of evil Pieced her fragile heart The rest of her body is worn From the passing years The soft painted face Etched with scratches Paint dissolved by tears Her limbs confused Like her broken dreams And her splitting seams Open and torn Children moved on To lives far and wide Other toys have gone Inspired to transcend Forgotten her Now she is trapped in The attic of her mind �Barbara Taylor Kaimanawa horses Over hills where no-one goes Where the tussock grass still grows Pressed together ungroomed flanks Darkened manes in flying hanks All the blended colours run Earth cream ginger mole and dun Energy and shining eyes Freely roam their paradise Bound together as a band Through their desert motherland �Barbara Taylor HAIKU Seasons change unseen Where warm and cool intertwine Trees are evergreen Nostalgia forgets The reasons things and places Past were left behind His mouth drips blood as He savages my weakest Words and lays them bare �Barbara Taylor |
| Grandmother A brilliant couple hardworking They raised their family well One spring he ran off - to live with her friend She raged! Fought with anyone who came near Rejected all advances from other would-be suitors With her friend he began another family She watched him - stood nearby Now he sometimes visits briefly And they mate again in her lonely corner of the aviary �Barbara Taylor Rimutaka dreaming There's a place of plaited dreams where Rimutaka Tunnel winds Pairs of lines wrap gilded trees and houses hide in violet skies Cryptic archway beckons here as horns sing on summer haze Geckoes tell of Maymorn time when trains were filled with hearts and spades Drink glistening dew from spider webs in railway cups with butterflies Make cat's cradles with woven water Plant stars from seeds of clematis eyes Climb cabbage trees with silver leaves Find ginger jars of old moonshine Place polished coals in flaming boxes in the land where lines entwine �Barbara Taylor Midnight Dark stranger Startled by The sudden light Spurs hi Blue-veined wings To rapid flight As tension spills Into the air He drives His graceless body As though blind Blundering everywhere Drones His tell-tale sound Settles on the ceiling Just above the stair Slyly waits for light To disappear �Barbara Taylor |
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