Moon
Moon,
Oh moon.
I see you flutter by, Moon.
Your wax'ned wanings fill the sky, Moon.
I, you and I, moon. You and I.
I, not you will fall behind, Moon.
With no trumpet cry, no orisons, Moon.
No. No words can make Moon cry. You and I
Will dip into solitude,
We'll find the words our mothers used
For love and die. Oh, Moon.
The bringing smiles of love, Moon.
And the ‘wait awhiles' of lo...
Sunday 28th October 2018 10:44 pm
Wooden Memories
I’m picking smoothed stones from wet autumn leaves
While you find the right bark to make armour,
The trees around us stand and sway with the breeze
Next to me, you always seem calmer.
We play as badgers, as wrens, as eagles,
We’re friends and that’s enough for me.
Then our engines blast out blackened diesel
Through the horse-tracked paths that run behind trees.
Streams around us splutt...
Sunday 12th August 2018 2:35 pm
A Mother's Day Bonfire
The day dragged fires from east to west all along the sky, but
Left an ember along the way.
It was in a garden,
Small and bright in its tin cove.
Hidden and brought up fanciful. Shining sultry
Shimmers all along fences and the faces of a warm family.
Tempting giggles from the children,
Cajoling the father for more branches, and
Teasing the mother for another glass...
Sunday 12th August 2018 2:31 pm
A 40-Watt Sonnet
Sit up with closed eyes and the lamp on,
reel the days back with lightbulb sunsets,
plant your feet and turn time's dance down,
then rise from the west and come back to bed.
Don’t let the orbiting swirls of the chair
remind you of our old days ahead.
We've already been through those.
In a roundabout way, we'll be
there again. Arguing about the clouds,
seeing ...
Sunday 12th August 2018 2:28 pm
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