The Fatal Fall

The Fatal Fall

Walking slowly off the cliff’s edge;
Flying, falling, nearing death.
The world swiftly moves away
Violently, without delay.

Wishing for another chance,
Faltering at the entrance
To the place that ends our fatal fall;
The greatest kingdom of them all.

© Mary Cochrane

Disenchanted

Disenchanted

I cannot find enchantment
In the worldly or the abstract.
All my wild days are gone
And an eerie sense of calm is born.

But a solitary room is as stark
As the rain-battered plain.
The heart hearkens to lost loves
And runs to them again:

Endeavouring to permeate
The place beyond the dampened grave,
Where the remnants of corruption
Are tossed with one all-severing wave.

A final breath, without recourse
To yearnings for the rolling sea;
No more to love or softly weep
For pleasures that could never be.

© Mary Cochrane 2015

Radiance

Radiance

Despite the barbarism and insanity
That have seeped into the consciousness of humankind,
Love continues to prevail over hate.

Despite the ravages of modern life
On Planet Earth and its inhabitants,
Nature continues to proliferate.

All solutions and hopes of happiness
Lie in the act of cooperation,
And salvation can never come too late.

The bridge of life is short but blessed
With radiance that blinds the naked eye,
And wonders to silently contemplate.

© Mary Cochrane 2017

Reverie

Reverie

I see the ghost of my younger self,
Skin fair and eyes glistening;
The life force emanating
As forcefully as it now slips away.

If you had lived, we could have aged together,
Our faces creased with smiles
As we gazed beyond the horizon.

But it was never meant to be
And you haunt me in my reverie.
A choir with angelic tone
Transports me back towards my home.

(C) Mary Cochrane 2016

Fragile Landscape

Fragile Landscape

She’s floating on an ocean
Of blood-stained red,
Sound of the sullen muse
Silenced in that watery bed.

The shrill loneliness
Of a thousand planes and cars
Silenced as she faces
Upwards to the stars.

Too many sounds driven
Into the mind’s fragile landscape,
And seemingly only
One way to escape.

She would have loved
The birds’ sweet symphony
That soothed the heart
Of the sleepless city.

© Mary Cochrane
26.02.17

Spark of Light

Spark of Light

I’ll stay with you forever,
If you’ll take me to that strange place
Where I danced for you in silk and lace.

We thought we’d brought the heavens down
With that euphoric rush of bliss,
With that soul-satisfying kiss.

Still I love you and I ride
In chariots to the star-filled sky;
That spark of light can never die.

(c) Mary Cochrane 2016

Ghostly Presence In The Hall

Ghostly Presence In The Hall

It is my mansion on the hill;
Magnificent and solitary.
I gaze from the upper window
At the garden and distant sea.

I hear the sound of the rocking horse,
Creaking gently as the children play;
Their voices carrying like music
On a sultry summer’s day.

And the sweet smell of roses
Fills the air and carries me
To another time, another place
In the forefront of my memory.

He was dressed in uniform
When he left on that winter’s day.
I held him for the longest time
Then watched him as he walked away.

I waited for a century
For my lover to return;
The clock ticking endlessly
But he never did come home.

I can hear the children running,
Responding to their mother’s call.
They cannot see me but they sense
The ghostly presence in the hall.

(c) Mary Cochrane 2016

Haunted

Haunted

I struggle to solidify
When your essence is passing by,
Pulling aloft my soul to dance
In a visionary trance.

Then there is the other side
Of that mercurial tide:
The body’s painful colic and
medic’s unseemly rhetoric;

The sensory overload
And perpetual discord;
Contemplating one’s own doom
In a solitary room.

It is a precarious line
That divides your world and mine.
I’m haunted by the sullen tone
Of a catastrophic storm.

(C) Mary Cochrane 2016

A New World

A New World

No more words to invade the night;
They scatter and flee from prosaic sounds:
All manner of grating trivialities
That threaten to disconnect from source.

But soon comes the redemption of nature
And its multitudinous intricacies –
Only its ferocious beauty
Can penetrate and soothe the human soul.

Wisdom, subtly embedded in time,
Mobilises behind the scenes.
The visionary turns the key
And a new world comes into view.

© Mary Cochrane 2016