Poetry Blog by Wolfgar
As if being pulled toward a force,
free will became delusion.
Greeted by ashen faces in the shallows, swallowed whole,
powdered with fine crushed bone,
they parted ranks to let me pass.
Stairs of Hyacinth garlands pressed my feet.
Skulls spun on bamboo scaffolds, jaws agape, sockets black,
lemon grass malaria,
Incense spiralled fun...
Saturday 17th August 2019 1:02 pm
The tree in my garden never bares strange fruit
is never draped with torn limbs or guts
the tree in my garden is a refuge for birds
and apart from its growing does nothing much
No burning crosses rage on my lawn
no carpet bombing laid down at dawn
no drought or famine to wither the root
the tree in my garden grew free from a chute
Wednesday 14th August 2019 2:46 pm
The night brings rain
on a curtain of cool air
it falls like secret promises
that will never be kept
our house stands proud in the deluge
the tracks now not so easily traced
morning Sun will raise up the dew
like Lazarus tears
and the day so resplendently renewed
resurrects the remnants of all our fears
Friday 9th August 2019 1:00 am
The River steals light
from the Street and from the Stars,
like floating lanterns of reflection
launched from the cupped hands of Gods
the city skies are blinded
where men's eyes are lit by lesser wonder,
in darkness all that shines distracts
in darkness only the sightless see,
hearing storms in telling trees,
sensing sea salt ...
Sunday 4th August 2019 2:34 pm
We had gone beyond the fringe
stopping in Kirkcaldy, a B&B on Bennochy Road
The North Sea looked furious,
The Landlady dusted the crucifix at breakfast.
I bought a book of Scottish Poets and a bottle of Glenfiddich,
We went to the rocky edge while you stayed in.
Sober found me lying on the dining table under Jesus,
you had abando...
Thursday 1st August 2019 3:10 pm