Christmas Lights
Blue lights on the top road, I can see, over there,
Half way up the hillside, meaning trouble
Across the valley, through bare winter trees
With branches like the arms of bony skeletons
Tendril fingers scratching at the sky
Blue lights at a distance, almost enchanting,
This near to Christmas: twinkling,
They move at speed, though,
Across my plane of vision, then suddenly
Stop.
Bring...
Monday 8th December 2014 3:37 pm
Status Update
There are those who check the obituary
In the local paper, be it the Hull Daily Mail
Or the Huddersfield Daily Examiner
Before they decide to get up on a morning
(In T S Eliot’s day, it was the Boston Evening Transcript.)
These winter mornings, I know how they feel
Waking cold, to a grey dawn smeared across my window
But I have a technological solution:
I check my Face...
Wednesday 17th September 2014 4:02 pm
I Never Made Promises Lightly
The moon making a lattice of branches tonight,
Outside the window of my room
Seems strangely cold; Somehow, I wish that you
Were here to warm it. Impossible, though,
Even though tomorrow is your birthday,
Cancelled out by your being dead
Thirty-four years.
Thirty four years, full stop, and yet I feel
You still very close tonight, as the wind
Murmurs the moonlit bran...
Wednesday 17th September 2014 4:00 pm
Sentry Duty
Halt! who goes there?
Maybe it’s just the darkness coming up the garden
Between and through the trees
Like Birnam wood, en route to Dunsinane.
I’’ll take first watch, I thought,
And here I am again, the lone sentry,
Just me and my little bayonet,
Holding back the dark
By staring into it, defiantly.
These nights, this time of year,
A feeble glimmer around
...
Wednesday 17th September 2014 3:57 pm
Canis Angelicus
Tuesday 1st April 2014 2:47 pm
Skiddaw, Easter Sunday
Tuesday 1st April 2014 2:45 pm
To An Old Ex On Her Birthday
Why do I do this, why torture myself
With these visions of summer hedgerows
Laden heavy with fragrant blossoms;
And Chichester harbour, the masts of yachts
At the bottom of opulent lawned gardens,
Roman palaces once found underneath;
Mosaics we once paid a pound to see?
Why do I do this, why do I even allow
You in my dreams and musings?
Even though I know you’re now
...Tuesday 1st April 2014 2:42 pm
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