Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Keys

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Keys can lock and jangle
Hold us safe and secure
Take away liberty or open up the doors
And the doors they can open….
Silver is the primary key
The opens up our home
We do have gold but is worn
From use and years and time
Some keys are rows of black and white
And open up our hearts
With wondrous weaving melodies
Soaring sounds from worlds apart
But the keys that give me magic
And warm my ailing heart
Dance beneath my fingertips
As dreams flow from my art

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Ghosts

By Scott Bailey © 2014

A fitful candle
The scratching
Of a quill
On parchment old
A chill
A shiver
A creeping smile
A glint
Ghosts
Are born

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

Creative Writing, Music, Poetry, Science Fiction, Work, Writing

Red Sails

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The red sails are rising
In the grey of the dawn
The grey spume is parting
Before the forlorn

Drawing out passion
Promising dreams
To the young and the lost
Into the sea they stream

The red sails are gone
Over the blue
Long is the draught
Of its bitter brew

The red sails are parting
Tearing apart
Lovers and mothers
From the vein of their hearts

The red sails are empty
Of all that they took
The decks all wiped bare
Dreams all forsook

The red sails are cursed
My mother’s onshore
But none will set sail
To settle the score

Creative Writing, Haiku, Poetry, Writing

Deep Green

By Scott Bailey © 2017

I stand on the shore
Unsure. Intimidated
By the great green deep

Photo by Matt Hardy on Pexels.com

Also inspired by an old and longer poem -> here