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Friday, 16 December 2011

Dry


Butterfly
& dandelion
Wisp of sand
Land of Zion

Once ordinary folk

House martins
Homing pigeons
& sparrows parting
On telegraph wires

Can we please talk

Salmon leap
Passed rainbow trout
In sea and stream
They too weave in & out

What is there to talk about

Buttercups
Clovers, daisies
Soundproofed
Stone walls

Must we shout

Silk, velvet
Nylon vest
Negligee, slip
Land of Zion?

Give it a rest


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Thursday, 15 December 2011

Invite you somewhere sometime


You may no longer want me
Though that does not mean
I must not want you
I do still love you, scene-through

I have your letters
I have your photographs
I could carve you in marble
I could mould you in alabaster

I agree
You no longer want me
But might I not try
To change your too stringent view

I desire to write you letters
I urge to send you photographs
I dream of you; now & to the very last
Perhaps I could even try to be a little daft

I know you still mean no
That forever is your final vow
Forever you don’t want me
Still it is a risk I take, any old how

To remember anniversaries
& always post the cards first class
I will invite you somewhere sometime
& always there love you, my crazy sass


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Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Natures Love (Show How)


Tend the flowerbed
By the butterfly
Wonder why
The ladybird wanders

A quiet afternoon - quite easily
Only you inside your own borders
At one with your earth orders
Toil away, enrich your soul

Meadow grass, poppy, daisy
Lazy daze on a hazy afternoon
In the place to swoon
Between dreams and slumber

The sun full on
Your warmth of skin
Massage slow, mellow in
Pour oil all over

Tend the humanity
Rest with all the above
Show how natures love
Creates patience


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Monday, 12 December 2011

Churchyards and hilltops


Love & dust
So close they spoke together
If ever you have been
Deep into the quiet country

You know that someone was born here
But you were not here, at the birth
Or even at the death, except
That now you touch the silence

Smell the yew, how do you do that
Be true, to the truth inside of you
Laid down now; deep, yet here beside you

Earlier the breeze, on the plateau
Of the long grass, the grasses danced &
Swayed, played for Mother Earth’s fair children

Who listened, and beside the stillness
The starless sky; the orange moon in the
Grass filled camera’s eye

The still moon, that sent just, justly
The love and dust; now they walk
Forever, they go on further than before

Yet unexpected they come upon
And are frightened
Fearful, at the sight of the once opened door

Dusk turns into full on darkness
The churchyard says go silent
Silent into the dark of darkest night


This poem is from the pamphlet Rainbows On My Spectacles - Love Through a Lens
To see the complete collection click anywhere on this text

Sunday, 11 December 2011

A few days ago


It was seven when we set off to sea
But even before we were lost
We had changed our destination

We had spoke of going to this place
To listen to the silence
To make love with nature

In nature with the noise of nothingness
To be there, with peace
With the richness of life's love all around us.

The festival is a few weeks away
Yet already the campers have begun to arrive
Their half-barrel barbecues happily burn

Fed with the twigs of beech and hazel
Undisturbed we climb the stile
With its water tap and electric light

We wander off, out among the grasses
You lead on
We pull our clothes away, gently and together

I take a photograph of my shadow
Of your stature, of the swaying grasses
In the space that is somehow between us

We wonder at the wondrous land & skyscapes
Lay lightly down; with our love beside us
Stillness brings the unspoken meditation

For which we thank, for which we bless
We rise, just as the moon rose above us
We each take each others picture

We each take the moons picture
Hold hands and slowly stroll
Find our way back, slowly onwards

On from this place
A place we might call heaven
The moon is full

A few days ago
After our walk through Tennyson county
We had talked of returning to the church
In the still of night

The old map-book shows
That Tetford and Somersby have survived
Both are feintly found
On the torn out plotted paper

And by our slow drive
With the surest of directions
We arrive, park up under the light
Of the half lit telephone box

Across the road is Tennyson’s birthplace
Next door to the castellated manor house
Which itself is scenically misplaced
And fades into a decaying diversion

The churchyard gate is open
Old yews stand eerily still
We stand, chilled together
At the half-opened unbolted door

I feel afraid, I feel your fear
We enter as if into a presence
The door is left open
We hug; our fear is transferred

Passed through
One to the other
Onwards into that place
That no one ever knows

After a while we sit in the pews
I cannot settle
Anyway this is your place
The silent beauty suits you

It belongs to you
I stand aside
Reflect back
Smile upon your stillness

We walk at zero pace
Ambling
Without haste or urgency
Back to the parked car

The moon is full
The sky clear, well almost
Just a shade of sodium
Just a wisp of cloud

We drive off
Moths dance
In the headlights glare
We are heading home

Tonight we entered
Into the land of magic
Tonight we emerged
From the loss of love


This poem is from the pamphlet Rainbows On My Spectacles - Love Through a Lens
To see the complete collection click anywhere on this text