Witches flying on old broomsticks Very quick Talking magic cauldrons Frightening ghoulish ghosts Who scares us all the most?

As we lay a simple brick The walls of life surround us quick Becoming thick

We are the Sisters of the Magical Ministry We are wonderfully powerful Our amazing spells and potions Of the most mystical elevation

A mirror image Is a wonderful moving picture Playing like a reel of unique film Capturing the many images of life

As I look through poetry Through the looking glass As the spirals of my present and past clash The big city spirals in the present

As the cute little rabbit flew Bat wings suddenly grew Flapping hard in the Halloween spooky sky RabBat was definitely born to fly

Under the beautiful bridge Is where the shining crescent moon lives A brilliant radiance it gives Capturing the rippling river

A little boy chopped down a piece of unique history A beautiful sycamore tree Another piece of history chipped away It cannot be replaced

The human touch pulls my heart free From the very first heartbeat To the very last People from my present, future and past

Time passes fast As we turn the clock back Old ideas have made their way back They should be put back

Transmission tower or an electric pylon Electricity has moved swiftly on You have been forgotten Left to decay and wither slowly away

As I ponder life as a bird Life is absurd I look deeply at myself I find my inner self

I know I’ll be famous when I die My words will live gracefully on Long after I am gone My reflective contemporary poems

As the candle burns bright Friends and family shine Feeling their warmth and welcoming arms In the fun and difficult times Memories are

The gramophone plays As flappers dance the night away The big jukebox of their day As the music paints on the poetic walls

A moonlight sea Brings treasures on the surreal beach Within my reach Perfect shells complement the pearls of the sea

Our wedding day is now in the past Many happy wedded years we have had

The mirror of my soul As I follow my own shadow home

Many years, I have travelled Many air miles I have flown Over bridges Over oceans and seas

As we paint the world red Before bed we paint it black As we live in shades of grey and green As we close our eyes to the unforeseen