The Witch

Staring at the walls,
I am trapped.
My hands hold the bars,
White knuckles wrapped.
I am an animal in a cage.
An avalanche waiting
To rage down the mountain.
A volcano ready to erupt like a fountain.
Kicking and screaming as I lose the battle.
To rattle my cage,
Is to rattle my rage.
And I’m climbing the walls,
Shutting out the calls.
There’s a witch in my body,
She can’t take the prodding.
She doesn’t mean harm.
Usually so calm.
But the darkness brings the worst
And makes her heart burst.
She’s too tired to see clearly.
To tired to think freely.
So once in a blue moon.
Comes the witch on her broom.
Once in a blue moon.
Comes the witch on her broom.
Once in a blue moon.
Comes the witch on her broom.
Once in a blue moon.
Comes the witch on her broom.

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Gone, But Not Gone

Are you with the bird floating on the breeze?
Are you the whisper amongst the trees?
Are you the wind rippling through the grass?
Are you the sun shining down at last?

Are you the wild flowers in the woods?
So many what if’s and should’s.
What if you had run the other way?
I should have told you to stay.

Is that you on the windowsill?
Singing from the robin’s bill?
Did I hear you call my name,
With the ivy tapping the window pane?

Oh, my sweet daughter,
I will bring you home.
Away from the crows,
To the warm, golden glow.

I will set you free over the dancing sea,
And I shall try so hard to breath.
And feel your skin in the sand between my toes.
Hear your voice in the ocean blows.

You are gone, but not gone.
Yes, your heart has moved on,
Though not in footsteps walking,
But all around, my darling.

3am

3am.
My stomach is in knots.
And my eyes won’t close.
Restless bones and whirring brain.
My daughter is calling me again.

3am.
Screams in the woods.
The fox cubs are crying, too.
The buzzard is hunting.
And the owls are calling to the moon.

3am.
It’s my husband’s shift.
His turn to go in,
While my heart is racing.
And my mind is writing.

3am.
A time for reflection.
And stupid assumptions.
Can I see myself in the stars,
If I search really hard?

3am.
There are no answers,
To my endless doubt.
My husband turns over,
And reaches his arm out.

3am.
My daughter sleeps.
There is no need to weep.
Though weep, I do.
And turn to the moon.

3am.
Moon, please shake your fist,
And answer me this;
Can you take my doubt,
And toss it out?

3am.
I wrap myself in summer,
In the cool night air.
With the trees surrounding,
And stroking my hair.

What If?

Day is dawning
And day is daunting
Blind for a second
As the sun beckons
But I do not go
Hand to the window
Eyes are searching
For the birds soaring

So empty in the room
So sorry for the gloom
What if flowers could help this heart?
What if I go back to the start?

Night is drawing
And night is daunting
Trust the stars
To lighten scars
Hard, clasped hands
Wedding bands
Touch me, my man
Tell me who I am.

So empty in the room
So sorry for the gloom
What if flowers could help this heart?
What if I go back to the start?
What if flowers could help this heart?
What if I go back to the start?

Scatter

The girl by the sea with a G&T
Wears a red dress
Careful not to tread on a broken heart
She carries it through to the moonlit dunes
Kneeling with her hands opened out

A girl with a heart under stars
A girl in the dunes growing scars
If only the moon could bring back you
Waiting for you

She looks to the night with the light in her hand
And blows a kiss as the heart spreads out
Confetti on the ocean gleam
I want to hear your heart sing

A girl with a heart under stars
A girl in the dunes growing scars
If only the moon could bring back you
Waiting for you

A scatter of love in the sea
Burnt beauty
A scatter of love in the sea
Burnt beauty.

Down by the River

Down by the river
I wrote all my tunes
The gin in my liver
It rose me so blue

Up grew my daughter
She soaked up my wounds
Fetched eggs and water
While I slept in the dunes
While I slept in the dunes

I wasn’t there
Now I’ve come to miss you
Never combed your hair
Never came to kiss you

Down by the river
I loved you, I did
Wide eyed mother
Just wanted a kid

Up grew my daughter
With a ghost in her house
Deserved my heart
Not the sound of guitars
Not the sound of guitars

I wasn’t there
Now I’ve come to miss you
Never combed your hair
Never came to kiss you

All that I’ve missed
Down by the river
All that I’ve missed
Down by the river.

New song

I wrote a new demo. It’s a bit weird possibly, but I enjoyed doing it and all that.

I think I will call it Makeup, but I’m not sure yet.

Mingus had no part in this version, but there were others… he likes to box things and be a pain in general but making lots of noise. He’s an attention seeker.

Everyone loves Mingus.

Anyway, see what you think of the song – as with all my songs, what it needs are some strings.

And now I have to find a way to post it…