Mick Law Poems

It’s when I think of you
That the light floods in and the withheld smile so long unseen comes to My face and stars my eyes

It’s when I miss you
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On that day when winter's veil had lifted and the brightness rushed Back in.
We found a misty land, where we laughed at time and talked of the Cosmos and a billion suns.
We stood there stoney still, cemented.
We heard the sea, smelled and drank it in and we said no words.
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The times I kick and head so many balls at night
I turn and jink and set the ground alight
I was that team and all the work put in
could not disguise their frailty and their 'fail to win'
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There we were just
you and I
In the steel built eye of the city
a vast panorama spread out around us:
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I drove the road through silver autumn sun
The endless line of moving metal snaked behind
Huge green tinged church tower trees shaded the way
And as I Glimpsed across I saw it there
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You could, I feel, in olden days have turned the heads of kings and brought a frown to priest’s blank faces laughing at their scorn
You are lightning white and blue and oh how blue, how blue are you….
You strike and a thousand smiles light up around you then you nip and you pinch and you laugh at the pain till the sorrow comes. There is no blonde in you.
Sometimes you speak and the child inside you peaks out then treads warily back into the whirling wind but stays there in your eyes of sapphire sea, as an innocent gleam in a devilish moon.
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Give to me the freedom of your mind and I will know the truth of you
Allow me entry to your dreams and I will dance with you
Let me touch your soul and I will gladly melt in you
Grant that I may feel you close and I will give you passion
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As summer yawns and eyes hang heavy soon to sleep
and winter wakes in blankets cold and grey
what will she bring for us my love
what will she bring for us.
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I closed the door silently with strange echoes,
My feet felt the cold compacted crunch of virgin snow.
I shivered then smiled.
The view before me was of soft woollen, curvy shapes
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All the sweets I have eaten and savoured everyone.
From the childhood “full to bursting” bags of treats,
With senses on fire and the eager anticipation of wonders to come,
Delving into a tasty mix with a new experience at every turn,
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