Poetry Blogs (Wolfgar)
I was chasing mercury spheres across a tray
when I first saw you,
trying to draw them into a syringe.
Contemplating how a layman might best get them into
We shook hands and went for coffee in the atrium.
You briefly outlined your career path,
and we chatted combatively
about breaching recently enhanced security measures.
In China we fe...
Friday 28th April 2017 5:01 pm
Nature fills the happy hours
on sacred ground among the flowers,
while in-between the broken stones
young lovers warm their flesh and bones.
As bells of evensong ring soft,
behind the crypt an angel coughed.
For nature pay’s no heed to bells
and secrets are what no-one tells.
Sunday 16th April 2017 10:51 am
The concourse at Waterloo Station
its mass of symmetry,
straight lines criss crossed by wayward walkers,
who with seemingly aimless trajectory, dance alone,
their eyes cast down seeking elevation.
Programmed to arrive without noticing their path,
their faith in nothing asks nothing of them.
Their gods are reliable,...
Wednesday 5th April 2017 10:18 pm
All this indulgence in spring
the obsession with beginnings,
green chutes sprout through those trod in
when GAIA takes her winnings.
With false hope we hope
the cycle might shift the mass,
we mythologise the coming life
the bluebells in the grass.
The lambs so sweet and tender
but our cruel hearts don't miss a beat,
their chance of life is slender
Wednesday 29th March 2017 5:42 pm
And those that disassemble lies,
their hands are tied.
Scales are placed on seeing eyes,
the truth denied.
The machine rewinds,
its cogs of wisdom realigned
words once free,
now grist to grind.
With such actions,
violence finds a fist, a boot, a gun,
to break the fear filled silence
and free the shackled tongue.
Sunday 19th February 2017 1:38 pm