Piracy

Somewhere out near the furthest reach

past the spinney of Alpha C

the treasures of earth are

beached

far from the weathered wrecks

tossed out of the briny sea

She dreamed of blues and golden hues

where black's the only colour there is

and turned her face to the sky

somewhere out there

was love -

above was only a lie

And the flag they flew was the

grinning man -

she watched it blow

in the absent breeze

as her voice carried over

the crime

And the world came tumbling down

my friend

and the knaves ran off with the pie

so nobody told you the truth

my love

as they aired you out to die

For treasure will only rust at sea

but never while sailing the sky

silence packed into an airless

hold,

shot,

and left to lie.

 A J Ponder

A little fun this week - kinda.  Space Pirates, the good and the bad I guess.  I'm hoping everyone is having a good and productive week -

 A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores

A New Skirting

Green petticoats ruffle the shore

frothy laughter dancing to and fro

around a traffic cone perched jauntily

on a well-dressed rock

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Across the bay a digger

tears old concrete apart

ready for the shiny metal corsets

to hide an old lady's unsightly shoreline.

Soon she'll be dressed in black,

the perfect evening wear

clinging to luscious curves

that will never breathe again.

A.J. Ponder

This is the dread poem I started working on two weeks ago.  And like any old lady, she's certainly had her whims and tantrums - not unlike the weather.   But she's a game old bird, and love her or loathe her, (or the new walkway around the bays to Eastbourne) the new version is a lot safer - at least for humans...

A.J. Ponder 

 A.J. Ponder's work is available through Rona Gallery, Amazon, and good Wellington bookstores