The bees healed me

The bees healed me

Each flower they pollinated woven into my skin

A seamstress by day, my own body for design

He sewed ivy into my tongue so that I could not speak

But silenced again I will not be

I took out the stitches and a sunflower replaced it

After you left me bare

The bees made me a new dress

With honey they caressed me

I rolled in grass and the daisies joined me

Together we are strong and bright

I embraced my old cast iron Singer

Cobwebs danced around it

An old story told whilst a new story unfolds

The bees chose daffodils this time

With each stitch my old skin faded

Now it’s like he never touched me

I can lay back under the sun

Whilst the bees feed me, once more

Hovis

So much joy in the littlest being

You make my day without even seeing

The small things to me, to you life’s greatest pleasure

Sitting in that circle window, peering out at your leisure

Heart of a lion, yet so caring and gentle

Just an animal, yet so sentimental

You speak in codes, which I can decrypt with feeling

The part in me which I needed healing

Your rough tongue on my nose, a symbol of affection

You sit at my feet, you are my protection

I hope til’ I’m 40, that you’ll still be with me

In an ideal world, forever my best friend you will be

animal kingdom

it’s time to take back our planet now we are all free
what a wonderful life this is going to be
humans now contained, to see no daylight for weeks
whilst we utilise our space, to make it less bleak
the future is looking clear, like the shallow waters I’m finally drifting in
let’s take back our kingdom, which we have for so long been prisoners in
let’s graze through the grass and never stop running
through empty fields, they will see us coming
every species you can imagine, back where we belong
they will watch from their windows as we stand strong
we will all meet in unison, never to be separated
a force to be reckoned with, a new life that we’ve created
food for us all, eachother we can not eat
the humans can’t eat us either, as we are out of reach
they will watch along as we reclaim our land
once out of hiding, they will no longer stand
their only choice is to step down, for us to show our refinement
in a land filled with colour, and no more confinement

forever in the light

I have found that this life isn’t for me
I always envisioned myself to be free
where love knows no boundaries
hate was a myth
fiction you’d read about, but never did exist
your imagination could run a marathon
but never get tired
modesty was an attribute to be admired
a mind and body in complete serenity
working together to utilise every memory
we worshipped one another religiously
a new story book of imagery
a homemade remedy
where religion wasn’t an entity
animals had a safe haven
humans were not so brazen
creatures roaming free amongst our bodies
feeding each other the nutrition we need
kindness and trust, ingested whole
love throughout the mind body and soul
eyes overloaded with green
nature was all that was seen
flowers growing from every corner of the planet
wildlife thriving as no one would damage it
a life left untouched
never lonely, not once in our clutch
where we lived as one
our creator was the sun
we were never to be divided
forever in the light we resided

The Owl and The Oak Tree

Hi everyone. As you all know I love writing, and I have created a childrens book which I have been sat on for ages and have no idea what to do with it. I know it is not poetry, but I would appreciate it if you could all read it and maybe message me what you think – thank you so much!

 

The Owl and The Oak Tree. 

Night swept over the land where Mr Owl lived. It was like any other night but something felt different. Mr Owl was thinking back to when Little Owl flew out of the nest. He also thought about Mrs Owl not returning with the food one night. Mr Owl was growing old and lonely.

Mr Owl was disturbed by a “scuffle”. He turned his head all the way around and noticed a Mole’s home in the ground being dug up by a night Fox. He swooped down to rescue the Mole. He shouted “Mole hold onto my feathers, and I will take you up to my safe branch”. Mole scurried onto Mr Owl’s feathers and Mr Owl flew away.

They both sat upon the safe branch when Mole whispered “thank you for saving me wise Owl, night time is scary sometimes” Mr Owl being old and intelligent told Mole that “things are only scary when we let them be”. Mole closed his eyes and went to sleep, whilst Mr Owl guarded the tree from the night fox.

Hours passed and the sun began to glaze over the land where Mr Owl and Mole lived. It was like any other day but Mr Owl had never seen daylight before. “Theres a ball of burning fire in the sky!” cried Mr Owl, “The trees are so green!” exclaimed Mr Owl, “The sky is so blue!” screeched Mr Owl. “Mole wake up you have to see this!” said Mr Owl. Mole woke up from his sleep after hearing Mr Owls excitement. “Everything is so bright and beautiful, with us being night animals we don’t get to experience this often, isn’t it beautiful?” said Mr Owl to Mole. “I can’t see anything wise Owl, my eyesight isn’t all that clear” sighed Mole. Mr Owl then remembered that Moles could only see outlines and shapes. He couldn’t let Mole miss out on seeing the beauty of day light, so he decided to explore the land and describe to Mole what he had seen.

Mr Owl flew amongst the grass. He flew so fast past a patch of dandelions, the dandelion clocks clouded his vision. He wanted to find The Oak Tree where him, Mrs Owl and Little Owl used to live years ago. He reached The Oak Tree hoping that Little Owl might be there now he is older – but there was no sign of him. He set himself down on the highest branch and overlooked the land, it looked so clear in the daylight. The light began to slip away so Mr Owl returned to Mole to tell him all about what he had seen.

They sat under the shiny stars and Mr Owl described The Oak Tree to Mole and how much it meant to him. He said it was where he watched Little Owl grow up and fly away and where he lost his Mrs Owl. Mr Owl said how the tree felt like home, but he had to leave it and move on. He also described the patch of grass, the dandelion clocks and the journey leading up to The Oak Tree. “Now I’m growing old and tired Mole, if anything happens to me I want you to visit The Oak Tree and stay there” Said Mr Owl. “But I can’t see!” Said Mole. “Your imagination can be just as beautiful” said Mr Owl. “Now Mole, after staying awake and guarding this tree, and exploring all day I’m very tired, I must rest my eyes!”
Mr Owl closed his eyes and passed away peacefully.

Mole woke up that morning, and although he couldn’t see the sun, he could feel the warmth on his whiskers. He tried to wake Mr Owl but could not get a response. Mole shed a tear for Mr Owl, but a tear of happiness for the friendship he had been given. Mole knew then that he had to follow Mr Owl’s wishes and vist The Oak Tree. He climbed down from the tree using his imagination and senses and set of on his journey.

Mole passed a patch of grass and brushed his whiskers on the dandelion clocks. The same dandelion clocks that had regrown after Mr Owl flew past them. Mole felt happy as he knew things could grow again and be as beautiful as they once were. Mole sat down and imagined the daylight to be as beautiful as Mr Owl had told him about, he rested his eyes and fell asleep.

Mole woke up the next morning, it was like any other day, but Mole felt lost without Mr Owl. He feared travelling alone but remembered that things were only scary when we let them be. Mole travelled along this path for 2 days using his imagination and whiskers to guide him.

Eventually as night was closing in, Mole felt a massive tree infront of him. “This must be The Oak Tree!” cried Mole. He touched it with his nose and felt the rough bark and damp moss. Suddenly a night fox appeared and chased Mole. He remembered to not be scared and scurried in the other direction, until suddenly he was grabbed and taken to a branch in The Oak Tree. “Mr Owl is that you?!” exclaimed Mole. “I am an Owl, but I don’t think we have met before, that fox was very scary, especially for a partially blind Mole like you!” Said this Owl. “Things are only scary when we let them be” replied Mole. “And your imagination can be just as beautiful as your eyesight” said the Owl. Mole was shocked, he remembered Mr Owl saying that to him in the past. “You must be Little Owl who flew away, he taught me that too!” said Mole. “Well we have both learnt from the best then.” said Little Owl. Little Owl had found The Oak Tree and visited it every night for the past few days hoping to find Mr Owl, but Mr Owl had been visiting it in the daytime. Little Owl felt sad, but also happy to meet his fathers dear friend. 

Both Little Owl and Mole waited for the sun to rise that morning, it was like any other day but Mole realised Mr Owl had not only shown him The Oak Tree and the beauty of daylight, but had shown him a deep friendship. Little Owl described the daylight to Mole everyday from that morning onwards, and even though Owl’s can turn their heads almost 360 degree’s, Little Owl never looked back – and Mole was glad his friends “opened his eyes”. 

The End.