Have you ever seen a poppy?
No! - You I mean!
Have – You – Ever - Really - Seen - A Poppy?
Not one of those sissy things that get into French fields
growing in the remains of wars
on earth and dead men as if they didn’t care;
nor the yellow ‘Welsh Poppies’ that aren’t really poppies
- nor are they truly especially Welsh -
that spread anywhere in broken ground ...
Saturday 10th August 2019 1:17 pm
Smoke-stained wood and darts
and pints and stolid cast iron legs.
There’s safety in these, security -
the heavy regiment turns
to train its guns on the other sex.
A knowing landscape is his face,
vulgar as a scarlet cod-piece,
with sniggers of a rolling night -
agreed by these bad teeth
sneering at reputations and leering at hers
and, mocking unknowi...
Friday 22nd March 2019 1:56 pm
Coins in the Trunk
Who are we?
Why are we here?
How can we prove that we were?
Answering these questions we have nothing
Nothing to give except what we do
This one brays coins in with his heel
into a slab of wood
“This is the trace of me” he says
“I give away what I worked for to save.
I was here, I drove in these pence
and this I leave behind
to show ...
Sunday 27th January 2019 3:28 pm
Watching the Eclipse
Well it would scald our eyes -
so we hide behind shades
or replications in grimy puddles
or camera screens
and then we don’t really see
the moon creeping over the cold nothing
between us and the stars,
scaled beyond belief or existence
So we make a small trivial hole in a card
as a lens to capture a tiny scene
on another card
and see an illusion...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:58 pm
When I am rich
When I am rich I will build a house
in Casals’ country of refuge from Spain.
With a view of the snows on Le Canigou
And a garden fenced with cactusses, which fruits I shall pick to eat
With fennel in the wild garrigue and thyme and rosemary
And the blue Dyers Alkanet in the sand
And the South will blow sunshine to me from the sea.
So yearly the larg...
Friday 11th January 2019 2:31 pm
BEARD (This old house).
This thing is become part of me.
I took it off once and I vanished -
my daughter wept and it had to grow again –
so I have become part of IT.
if you see what I mean…..
These fifty years I have hid
much of myself in this thicket
though I was once thought foolish
to cultivate on the doorstep
what grows wild around
my friends’ back en...
Friday 11th January 2019 7:52 am
Mick Burke (killed on Everest 1980)
In courage and skill I thought
To go beyond this world
And having striven I found
The frontier yet as far away
As the ever distant stars
That care not and know not
Even that they do not care.
So high; so High and for an hour
I smiled and stood out of the shadow
For I alone could cast one.
And between me and the stars...
Saturday 5th January 2019 4:04 pm
“Wot you looking at?
I can sit ‘ere if I want -
This ain’t the bleedin’ Champs Elysees
an wot if I did take off me knickers
It’s an hot day innit
An’ anyhow ‘e made me put me knee up
to hide me parts
They’re all talk anyhow these philosophers
they don’t reckon us girls -
(I can paint tooy’know)
’an ’course we’re impressed
anyone who can talk for an hour
Sunday 30th December 2018 12:12 pm
Well I’ve lived through quite a lot of these
And all the Christians get it wrong
Twenty-one December if you please –
Don’t choose Jan One to start your song.
It makes good sense you ought to see
The year must finish on the shortest day
As usual the clericals – it seems to me -
get logic wonky in the wildest way.
Snow at Christmas in Jerusalem
Holly berries on t...
Monday 24th December 2018 8:47 pm
There’s a crack and a crash
And curses and a frantic rush
“Get down! Get DOWN!!”
And the dust blows again and the sun
Is dulled by another flaring flash
And they look for where the shot came from –
We know where it went
And that it will take the one who saw it last
to a small Wiltshire town
and the watchers who mourn someone else’s son.
But then, in muddy Fr...
Sunday 23rd December 2018 7:41 am
What more do we need?
We have the full set NOW -
toys, games, lamps, motors,
cards and electronic rooftops
and battery driven ear-pluckers,
navel-dusters and gadgets
to clean the things we need no gadgets for,
unless we have the things and the gadgets
we need for the things that need cleaning
With the other gadgets.
Just in the same way th...
Sunday 16th December 2018 8:08 pm
Graptolite - a Moral Tale
One day while climbing on a crag
my friend’s good fortune was to bag
a piece of prehistoric swag.
Now what a thing to come to light
it really was a graptolite!
Not dreaming that its end was near
It laid in stone without a fear
for several hundred million year
its role in history perverted -
its flesh to slaty rock converted -
Sunday 16th December 2018 10:27 am
My wife she found this beetle in the pottery washer basket
We never found what kind it was because we couldn’t ask it
It was rather black and shiny with a finely ribbed abdomen
It wasn’t from a circus, had no markings from a showman.
It hadn’t any thing to say, there was no tale around it
was dark rotund and silent and the washer must have drownd it.
It was howeve...
Friday 7th December 2018 1:30 pm
“What good do they really do at all?”
said the Man in the Grubby Overcoat –
“ ..and how many are there out on call?
All swanning on in the same old boat -
There’s an ‘ology god produced by ‘Science’
as spurious as artistic licence -
There’s a Christian god and a Jewish god
and a Moslem god and god knows what
many more Hindu gods with a gem
Sunday 2nd December 2018 8:38 pm
This is the place where time has died
and earth has eaten its past.
Once these lands were forests.
You find their bones -
the trees’ bones,
shrinking into icy brown fingers
with dust and decay of heather
interred in the peaty black.
There’s grass – shivering grass -
and strange green
stunted cowering vegetable entities
and the silent white trumpets
of the lichen,
Saturday 24th November 2018 2:35 pm
He was got off at the wrong stop
Asking for his brother in the sun.
stunned, and scared, by unknown streets
and asking, searching for someone
Looking, asking, looking, peering
Stumbling as if words were strange
And the neighbour brought him up to us
to ask what we might re-arrange -
- to a small courageous woman
holding his thinking in this place
holding this huge and...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 9:59 am
(for Homo Sapiens)
Into this wide lap she lays
For the long slow curl of waves
The land receives the sea below,
Liquid alien element aflow
All among her secret caves
Darkly shining kelpy graves
And slipping far beneath she feels
The silken sensualities of seals.
The sea moves in, the scour moves on
The wrack heaves up to fall again
The next bay lays, the ...
Thursday 15th November 2018 8:21 pm