Thursday 4 March 2010
The black owl
Thought inks,
The dull drops
Ache a slow fall,
Entering a thick night,
The mind giants collide
And turn to stone
My red bloom;
A ghost in the glow
Of an unforgiving moon.
The clouds,
The fat clouds
Will not let me see,
In this ruthless absence
Sleep blinks like a haunted light
On the edge of a dream
The black owl eyes me;
A sharpness in the shapeless dark,
I’m awake as a knife
Friday 12 February 2010
After Russian Caravans
Mapped into a mouthful of day,
Recorded in crunches given to ground,
We mark our way in treads and sounds, here
Ivy greens the memory stones,
Weaving over peaceful sleeping,
That footsteps cannot stir.
I find smile eyed surprise
At unexpected birds, the silent grace
Of foreign wing tips
Grazing on the winter
Of this south east sky; an occasional aeroplane,
A dog wobbles by.
Standing in the still,
The light in your laughter gentles the cold, here
The trees drawn back,
Open curtains on a view;
You trace for me a river on the distance,
Quiet me with your truth.
Sunday 15 November 2009
Ellipsis
I lie in a foetal fold,
Still born, still as a pillar,
A cold heavy stone,
Unmoved by my existence
Slow eyes roam to find a connection,
My stamp of identity in the empty objects about me,
Seeking understanding
In the pages of books, in the picture of the nude woman
Pinned to the wall,
Until I am
A fist of poppies exclaim on my desk,
Their angry red shouts in this muted space
And force me into feeling;
An ache of somewhere else.
Full of dying life
Their green stems bend in defeat.
Outside, sick leaves thick with old rain
Stick to a numb ground,
Bruised and useless.
The light is difficult, a brash intrusion,
I close the blind on the day,
Too grey, already read,
A tired repeat.
The poppies call your name,
And I remember you like a wound,
A gaping absence,
Ellipsis cracks
An ugly smile,
Its toothless grin mouths me in,
The black gap roars
Wednesday 21 October 2009
Burning Autumn
Burning autumn, soaked
In a sweet density,
The thick meat of memory
Juices underfoot,
A final scent, pressing
The weight of the year to ground.
These days bruise,
Swollen echoes
Ache and sharpen,
Recollection seasons my veins;
Your lonely age whispers
From an earthy grave
Ahead of me,
Crushed colours
Cry spirals in a purple dusk,
Distance waves from the wings of deserting birds
Beating their retreat on fireworked skies.
Saturday 26 September 2009
Electric in my dark
To catch your fall
Friday 5 June 2009
Thwock, Thwock, Thwock
Time ticks in tennis balls
Hot stepping to your game,
Falling into rhythm
We dance.
Yesterdays’ hit the net, caught
Between you and I.
One all.
On an off beat, you strike
With an energy that kick starts my heart.
I miss, you smile
Some semblance of friendship,
I am electric.
Thirty – forty.
A tip on how to hold my racket right
The sound of sunshine,
A fat banana smile in the sky.
Tastes like an echo of? Bread and butter pudding
I am full up with you.