Charms

Some fine day
One lucky mate
While others clutch their pints
We’ll set a spell
Watch, then walk on by 
Into the green
Arm in arm
Click our heels 
There’s your magic

Lisa

I thought I wore a headdress
I thought I donned glass heels
I thought I had high cheekbones
I thought my soul appealed
But as fate would want it
And I’d not dare deny
The heart I thought had strummed my name
Played Julie’s lullabye 

Chord

This will be a song
Written slowly with red
On parchment scroll 
In an ancient language
For a foreign instrument
By the blind forced to see
In the dark

This will resonate 
From the hammer, anvil and stirrup
To the prefrontal cortex 
Ending with the heart
For some
And for others 
Those fleeted fifty-two bones

Pathos

Mock the freeze

Write of it

Photograph it often

For when its sharp refreshment fades away

Your comfort from the warm, high ground 

Your concern kept at bay

Will taste of only salt 

And tears

And grey