Poetry Blogs (2013, walking)
Flogita - 13 September 2019
a great sail fin of rock
high towering - dominant
haze hidden seat of hidden gods
and we, yes,
we would rise to their heights,
stand in their pantheon
to observe the tiny world
For from this seat
Prometheus set forth
and with Athena
set us in that tiny mortal world -
yet now we stand
Saturday 28th September 2019 10:18 am
stone, stone, shell, flint
the rattle of a beach
of beach steps
the endless stone rattle
And the waves
of a leaden sea
Monday 27th August 2018 5:53 pm
I walk to clear my mind,
Why must I have all these thoughts circulating in my head?
I walk to get away.
Why is everything getting to me?
I walk to forget.
Why does the past loom behind me?
I walk because that is the only thing I know to do.
Tuesday 14th August 2018 10:48 am
As we pass through this Autumn realm,
See the valley bound wraiths of mist
Withdrawing like a tide from the willow
Islands of the marshland
With their starkly black boughed trees
Damply dripping with the mist's remains,
Chill air swirls in the rising breeze, and
Black starlings line the wires beyond a barn
But the red kite in his higher flight
Is lost to sight
Wednesday 1st November 2017 2:35 pm
We came upon
A mystic way leading nowhere but the hills.
Floored in leaves, tree roofed, bank-bound
Untrodden but by wanderers for centuries past.
What lay beyond, worthy of such industry?
Perhaps a long forgotten hearth tenured by shepherd or crone.
Or did this tended track pass on to a hilltop way:
Miles now lost to grass and sheep,
A one-time druidic path to some time-er...
Thursday 15th June 2017 4:30 pm
Walking, I discover
Hills I never knew in thirty years of passing;
Valleys, deserted, hidden in folds and time:
Mair says once there was a community here
Self contained, sufficient unto itself
Walking, I find
Landscapes we could have seen before, perhaps shared
Their riches, dreamed their past, known their present:
I'm told these Druid hills sing history itself
Wednesday 12th April 2017 2:00 pm
I wake up to get dressed
Try to look my best for no one
To walk down these roads
Of unreachable dreams
Every street name reminds me
Of everything I failed to be
Why couldn't I be a Sliver Hawk
Instead I'm a Wild Hawk, falling from the sky
Maybe I should take a dive in the lilywood spring
But oh, how can I forget
I sink in water like a rock
Oh, Look h...
Tuesday 5th January 2016 10:34 pm
Almost drowned in it
Just you name it
I’ll have tried
Been traumatised by it
Reduced to tears by it
Laughed and cried
Wished I hadn’t bothered s...
Monday 24th June 2013 4:00 pm