portrait

Portrait of a well-seasoned man

Small light core on long legs with
Eyelashes ever ready to curl closely round you,
Lifting, but never
Arrogant, always present,
Stirring truth into spice, he disarms
Silence.  

His laundry lines up cleanly
To his  pit pat  on the door-mat.
His jaw, neat and still, in
Grace, unless moved, grows pepper-
Corns which he combs together into his deep warmth.

Portrait of my sister, the bride-to-be.

Soft face, soft blue
Eyes like marbles
Happy playing on the
Breeze above a chalky
Smile.

Soft hair, soft blonde
Fuzzy, sometimes
Spoilt by too much
Highlight-friendly
Care.

Strong legs, good knees
Eat and run and get as
Much out as put in and
Keep up your best and
More.

Strong heart, no holes
Or spots to dot the clean
Valve that knows no
Lies and pumps life
Full.

Portrait of my sister, the bride-to-be.

Soft face, soft blue
Eyes like marbles
Happy playing on the
Breeze above a chalky
Smile.

Soft hair, soft blonde
Fuzzy, sometimes
Spoilt by too much
Highlight-friendly
Care.

Strong legs, good knees
Eat and run and get as
Much out as put in and
Keep up your best and
More.

Strong heart, no holes
Or spots to dot the clean
Valve that knows no
Lies and pumps life
Full.