Perfumed Blessings

Perfumed blessings

Greasy candle stumps
flicker dimly
like hopeless souls
as dawn blossoms
and tatty prayer mats
ceremoniously unfold

Down by the river ghats
worshippers congregate
a tired sadhu blows
an old conch shell
women bathe and sing
men wail and chant
united in prayer
the sick and poor
the young and old

Devotees make offerings
to makeshift, plastic deities
at filthy roadside shrines
as a crippled widow defecates
and a lame holy cow
saunters nonchantly by

As ancient temple bells toll
plumes of sapphire incense
fan the polluted, dusky sky
like ethereal peacock feathers
before wafting blissfully
towards beautiful mystic idols
with exotic kholled eyes

Cheap paper lanterns
crafted in Delhi sweat shops
in vile pink, sickly emerald
and loud, gaudy gold
embrace the sticky
scented, bejewelled night
like garish butterflies

As funeral pyres are lit
and mourners gather
Ganesh floats serenely
down the rippling Ganges
cocooned in a moonlit halo
of rancid, wilting flowers
dreaming of paradise
Beady eyed vultures circle
as devilish flames devour
human flesh and bone
and weary spirits hover
in the charred shadows

As the moon fades away
only cloying ashes remain
scorching and staining
the stifling morning breeze,
which desperately longs
for cool, cleansing rains
Copyright © 2013 Anne D Morgan


The Sweet Elixir of Life

The Sweet elixir of life

Pink opals sparkle in blooming hedgerows

Frosted diamonds shimmer in autumnal meadows

Emerald silk ripples under dawn’s balmy sky

Foamy dreams burst on the slumbering tide

Sheets of white velvet carpet the land

As frosted feathers flutter hand in hand

Crystalline icing softly dusts bare boughs

From frozen sapphire ice sculptures tower

Angelic tears cascade with sweet devotion

Sacred rivers flow into polluted ocean

Copyright © 2013 Anne D Morgan

Singed Wings

Singed Wings

Fork tongued dragons from hell

Unleash their fiery venom

Peeling bruised  ebony skin

From a nightmarish sky

Molten lava teardrops

Slice like razor blades

Through the gaunt cheeks

Of  the blind, dying sun

Spilling into rivers of blood

On the parched earth

Emaciated,charred bones lie

Beside smashed  fossilised skulls

In hellish, foul smelling

Dried up trenches

Where long ago armies

Of mystic wild stallions

With flowing white manes

Thundered across vast terrains

Carving out their aquatic legacies

Mystic stars which once burned

So bright now lie in tiny smithereens

Beside ghostly funeral pyres

Entombed in mankind’s ashes

A tiny frozen butterfly

With broken, singed wings

Flutters amongst caustic rubble

Where flowers used to bloom.

Copyright © 2014 Anne D Morgan



Choking black sky billows like smoke

Across a ravaged wasteland

Where blind vultures peck

At deformed carbon bones

And warm charcoal ashes

Burn the sunken cheeks

Of the parched earth

Where liquid sapphire

Once freely flowed

Copyright © 2014 Anne D Morgan

Lament of the rose

Lament of the rose

As Winter retreats

A tiny, silken green bud

Softly stirs

Inside a fragrant pink head

Lies cocooned

A velvet, floral butterfly

Dreaming of sweet Spring rain

Ambrosial petals unfurl

Gently glistening with dew drops

In the morning sunshine

A soft, delicate perfume

Infused with Summer romance

Drifts blissfully across cornflower skies

On serene, fluffy clouds

Fat honey bees

Tickle her face

With their sticky feet

And tug her heart strings

Making her blush

Cruel jagged thorns

Like sharp needles

Pierce her bruised skin

As storm clouds brew overhead

And biting wind and rain

Herald the entrance of Autumn

Warm crimson blood trickles

Down anaemic wilting petals

Like broken hearted teardrops

Melting the soft alpine feathers

That carpet the arctic landscape

Shredded petals lie entombed

In Winter’s white eiderdown

But soon the snow will melt

And she will bloom again.

Copyright © 2014 Anne Deborah Morgan

Winter Bones

Winter Bones

Winter strips the mottled flesh

From gnarled, skeletal bones

As she drags her arctic cape

Across the bleak, barren landscape

Turning frozen hearts to stone

Death’s shadow lurks menacingly

In the shivering moonlight

Spring slowly awakens deep down in

Winter’s dark, nightmarish bowels

Sweet raindrops

Suffused with serenity and hope

Gently revitalise

The jaded landscape

Tiny green shoots emerge

Like verdant feathers

From the soft, fertile earth

A kaleidoscope of sleepy butterflies

Stir in dreamy sherbet cocoons

Summer’s warm perfumed skin

Caresses the balmy breeze

A crescendo of vibrant colour

Explodes blissfully across the land

Dreamy seas sparkle like sapphire stars

Lovers embrace on burnished gold sand

Basking in the sun’s radiant apricot halo

Autumn sheds her parched, bruised skin

Which lies decaying on the sodden earth

Under steely, gun metal skies

A frost bitten rose clings hopelessly to life

Her frail, limp body the last vestige of summer

The wind’s howling, jagged jaws shred

Her papery corpse to tiny pieces

And scatter her across the chameleon earth

A confetti of eternal memories and fleeting ashes

Copyright © 2014 Anne Deborah Morgan