Life & The Countryside

‘Gentle Breeze & Lonely’

Sitting here in yellow sea all alone here with me Gentle Breeze my friend, I feel the tears of sweet release now from my heart descend, I didn’t ask for them to come but Lonely came with me. I’m all alone here by myself Sweet Breeze is now my friend, The tears have dried upon my cheeks wiped dry by Gentle Breeze and given me, a peaceful shade, soft yellow, sweet release. My only friend, now warm and soft, plays fingers through my hair as I sit here in yellow sea I feel my friend does care.

Stormy sky over Cambridgeshire 2018
photo by Matylda

He comes to me from Never Land where Lonely has no friends, and sees me sitting in a field with Lonely who pretends to talk to me, and be my soul at play, but Lonely seems to follow me where I sit here today. So Gentle Breeze has come along I hear his melody, soft song. He sees my tears my lonely soul and recognises what’s gone wrong, sees why the tears just flow. 

Field of Sunflowers photo 1998 by Matylda

So he now blows across my face and talks to Lonely Soul. Gentle Breeze takes Lonely’s hand and blows across the field and takes him back to Never Land where Lonely is concealed, by Mellow Sun and Happy Fun where Lonely now can Laugh and Run and Joy is Time revealed...written by Matylda Laurence

“Sitting on the wooden planks looking across the English Countryside in Cambridgeshire~18th August 1996 at 4.30 pm” 

 

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Life & Nature - Ordered Disarray

‘Irony’           

You stood, with iron grey beard and bended iron grey head, Dispensing largess to the breakfast crowd. Hand disappearing into your white Sainsbury’s bag, But, oh how they loved you.Their iron grey feathers blending en-masse into a frenzy, a chorus, pigeon pie, a pecking order of ordered disarray. I looked at your face, you looked up at me standing above on the iron grey bridge strangers both, but joined by common thought our love for them, feed them, and they come, white swan, orange beak amidst the iron grey, young ones half and half, pushing and shoving for your bread no fear, no tact, just hungry on this beautiful morning. No words said, but I watched, then walked on, the iron grey of the river dividing our lives. Goodbye, but thank you for generating in my heart a response,

love, wishing, care and hope. Perhaps after all we do have a future. Humanity, frail, needing to love.Yes, that is the essence, yes, that is the rope that binds us reminds us, to love, is to hope.

 

Written Summer 1998 by Matylda whilst walking along the River Great  Ouse in Bedford

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