With Rusted Wings 

Reality grounds you.

Corroding the substance

of your dreams. Leaving

all your whimsical flights

.

of fantasy to die.

Wishes withering in

acidic truth are left

to decompose. They will

.

lie neglected to rot.

Their entities become

skeletal remnants of

a dilapidated soul

.

You will go on living

with your ambitious ghost,

knowing you won’t succeed

to fly with rusted wings.

.

©Jacqui Slade

Poetry Readers 

From a poets point of view I find that most of the time readers of a poem will just think that what you’re writing about is your own personal life or feelings.
They don’t ever stop to think that maybe it’s about someone else’s life or an empathetic write or just a piece of creative writing. 
Poets have imaginations.

Someone Else 

There’s always fault to find

and the criticism

is never constructive,

in fact it’s destructive

and I will never be

the ideal that you want.

.

I’m embarrassing.

My clothes are too young.

My hair is unkempt

and my tongue you would

wish to be constrained.

.

And it seems that

I am only

loveable when

it pleases you

.

and you can

exert your

control to

.

make me

someone

.

else.

.

©Jacqui Slade

A Squirrels Dream

A squirrels dream in autumn fall

is a rich colourful forage.

Acorns, nuts collecting them all,

a squirrels dream in autumn fall.

Fine combing the leaves, he mauls

foliole of red and orange.

A squirrels dream in autumn fall

is a rich colourful forage.

.

©Jacqui Slade

Tangled In The Pumpkin Patch 

Wishes are waved. Spiralling

through the air, alighting they

take root. The mystical seeds

are sown. Spellbound to the earth.

.

Enchanted the dust shimmers.

Aspirations start sprouting,

flowering and flourishing

in orange evolution.

.

The sorcery is fruitful

abundant with glowing charm.

Ripening a hearts desire,

metamorphosing its hope.

.

With magical resplendence

longed for dreams are harvested.

The carriage of their essence still

tangled in the pumpkin patch.

.

©Jacqui Slade

Snowflake Whispers 

Winter ever glowing

in darkness, shimmers with

delightful radiance.

Luminous and white

.

the glacial diamonds

shine. Illuminated

their translucent beauty’s

a curiosity

.

of nature. Enlightened

the snow auroras are

captive and magical.

Incandescent auras

.

of the Arctic night light

shine on snowflake whispers.

Their celestial glaze

of wonder pirouettes.

.

©Jacqui Slade

Waking Up In Sleepy Hollow

Spellbound and haunted by the mist

a death wakes in Sleepy Hollow.

Eerily heart swains coexist

spellbound and haunted by the mist.

The cloaked phantom is terrors kiss

to execute love it follows.

Spellbound and haunted by the mist

a death wakes in Sleepy Hollow.

.

©Jacqui Slade