Nichola Vaughan

A collaboration between my photos and the Poetry from Vaughan Verse.  

Thanks to the immortal Jon Mills, for bringing us together.  See how Nichola transforms my photos into words.

All published verses here are copyright protected and belong to Nichola Vauhgan .
The photos are copyright protected and belong to HaFri Photography

The Joy of Wintertime

The palette of December Days
No vivid hues but subdued greys
When nature seems to turn her gaze
Away from brighter things
It seems she dreams in monochrome
And trees.. now naked set the tone
Stand skeletal… not skin… but bone
….  They await all Winter brings

Their limbs now bare, their colour dark
But they share the beauty of their bark
And on each bank.. they stand apart
But somehow intertwine
The bridge, for them, is obsolete
No man-made method helps them meet
And bond and blend and stand to greet
The joy of Wintertime

© Nichola Vaughan/Vaughan Verse 2019

Within Me

As morning dawns
I will not be hurried into action
I will not be waylaid by
Diversion and Distraction
Today will be
My Day on My Terms

I will watch the world awaken
And spend time lost in thought
And quiet contemplation
My heart will be hopeful
My soul will be still
My feathers will remain unruffled
As they protect me from the winter chill
And I shall sit…
And look…
And see…
Not the world of others
…But the Universe within me

© Nichola Vaughan/Vaughan Verse 2019


I AM NOT A FAN OF GINGERBREAD

I am not a fan of gingerbread
When it comes to houses – It must be said
I would be much better fed
And find it rather more enticing

(And pleasing to the eye) ..if it were white and neat
If my dwelling-shaped treat
Were made of something rather more sweet
And covered with Royal Icing

A Victoria sponge would be my dream
(Filled with strawberry jam and cream)
And to finish the scene
I think a few small edible details.. and so
A liquorice roof of darkest hue
(and Windows and door)  and then add shutters too
In the bright bold shade of “Food Colouring Blue”
With just a dredging of “Icing Sugar Snow”

© Nichola Vaughan/Vaughan Verse 2019

TEARS OF A CLOWN

The tears of a clown – you cannot see
My beaming smile hides the pain within me
My role in life the pure embodiment
Of mischief, mishap, mirth and merriment
But you say my features cause distress
My garish greasepaint is grotesque
But I really cannot fathom why
You say I’m ugly to your eye
Could the reason be… that I do not fit
Within this world of “identikit”
This superficial, sterile space
When surgeon’s scalpel will erase
All signs of character – and diminish
Each tiny line.. and banish blemish
.. And lose all expression of surprise
With botoxed brows and cat-like eyes
When lids are lifted and a perfect pout
Is the thing that life is all about

… And that is why this clown sheds tears
It preys upon my darkest fears
Of a world I cannot contemplate
With a single, perfect “one-face” template

© Nichola Vaughan/Vaughan Verse

Comments

comments

Schreibe einen Kommentar

Deine E-Mail-Adresse wird nicht veröffentlicht. Erforderliche Felder sind mit * markiert.