So Much Bull
“You’re just like me,”
said the woman in the Art Group,
“we both paint freely in bright colours
and constantly re-paint and make make changes,
wear the paper thin even until we’re content with it all.
We’re both Taurus you see - stubborn, dedicated, determined”
I used to reply that I wasn’t into astrology,
didn’t believe it at all.
Then she would describe the Taurus personality
and I recognised her.
It fitted her perfectly:
patiently determined to persevere till the job is done,
relaxed and reliable
but not afraid to speak out, a force to be reckoned with
bravely eccentric enough
to dye her hair green long after punk and youth had passed.
And so focused,
ultra well organised she had everything smartly sorted.
But I could also recognise myself
as she described herself,
so then I wondered…
Fishy Tales
I thought you’d left me
forever
that I was beyond rescue
drowning
but I see you now
full of energy
in your element
floating
rising to the surface
ready to pluck me
out of the water,
warm me up,
carry me home.
A true Piscean
you knew me better
than I know myself.
Knew me in those watery depths
where I even grew a fishes tail.
You can tell me about it later
you know I love your fishy tales.
Scorpio’s Secret
I’ve kept our secret a long time,
the mystery of our passion
and, ever resourceful,
I stored it
deep in the watery underworld.
But now I’ve forgotten
where
I buried it
and my crabby comrades are long gone.
Their hard shells tell me nothing,
perhaps they never did,
but it was guarded by Pluto
to make sure it was safe.
We had a deal then,
back in the days
when I thought him reliable
now I’m not sure
if I can trust him.
Perhaps he’s already dug it up
I won’t know till I find him,
if I can find him,
and when I do
it’s resting place
will remain
my secret.
I’ve already lost our passion,
it’s buried forever.
And now
I shall become a hermit,
give up my hard shell
keep myself secret,
I need no one else.
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