Andrew David Dalby Poems

A shuddering start...
Tattered scraps upon the floor
A busted light and sweet laces
Couples in close company
...

his room is filled with you:
whose tender tremors
are still felt within
these jasmine scented sheets.
...

With the heavy, steady, drumbeat;
The light dance, resonates resilient,
To leave an aching, longing, wanting.
There's no fragile fresco waiting here;
...

Her eyes reflect her gentle beauty
As she sways in sublime sighs.
Her aubern hair, weak curled, is rolling;
About her glistening pearl like eyes.
...

Here we were, just us bottom knocker's all;
Young, flinted, bevelled steel, still strong.
Oh how glad, how proud, and in such fine fettle;
As we leaned, upon our plumping mawls… long.
...

'rise like lions after slumber
In unvanquished number-
Shake your chains to earth like dew
for ye are many and they are few' P. B Shelley
...

Alight here, sweet neophyte,
and lay my heady heart to rest!
For though it is hard to hear,
the patter of your tenderness;
...

I would give my all to see her fly.
Her beautiful, unhindered spirit;
is fueled with longing dreams.
of total free, unfettered flight;
...

In the white of the winter sun
Her pure feather's deftly shine;
And like finely sharpened knives
They weave and carve the sky divine.
...

i
I stand by the cold stone cross,
to then breathe in in the view;
While my mind slowly wander's,
...