Aye lad we`re watching Coronation Street

Today on't phone to that Manchester lass
Broad, vocal, happy laughter filled the air
Her resonant conversation filled the moment
Void of anything except innocence
Happy asking directions to deepest Devon

Lad you see I think it is the simple things
That keeps speaking souls sanguine
Lately we've been forgetting
Later perhaps regretting
Though sometimes not even that


a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link

Watercombe

I came alone to this place
Almost twenty-three months ago
Then, as now, the sky was blue
The river tumbled, the water splashed

In between the then, and the now
My own turbulence was maintained
Turbulent mind, turbulent body
Turbulent health, turbulent wealth

Sheep graze these windswept moors
Lambs are born in the driving rain
Alongside the gorse and the reeds
The crop cut grass pleads to grow

Echoed bleats break the cold
Waterfalls of springtime silence
Alone amongst a thousand acres
I chase for another mother of nature



a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link

Unblemished

These are the words
I chase hereafter
The still of the bay
From my kindergarten

The larks rise
The lupins sway
Suns rays on rose-hips at play
She’d say beg your pardon

Take me to your bay
Sail me out, out your way
Beyond the fragrant bayou
Near on midsummer’s garden


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Moths & Headlights

We are told of haywains
Of meerschaum smoker’s pipes
Of tankards overflowing with port &
The mysterious concoctions of laudanum

The cold air of chapel
Insulates us from the sunlight
Where fanfares and swifter trumpets
Are said to have serenaded the skylark

These are the embroidered walkway stories
Told as we walked, before
Before we returned, in total darkness
Long after the deep draughts of nightfall

The cold air of chapel
Amplifies for us, magnifies our senses
Where madness and deprivation
Are said to have once permeated the ravens


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Cadillac Freeway

Asleep
Way after daybreak
Shake that tail feather baby
Late into the night
Stay awake

Wander
Through empty streets
Empty towns
Of starlit gowns
Frowns of missed opportunity

Your first night
On stage beside the double bass
A shot of fear; so young, so near
Say that you belong
Before the audience

In the throng, he kissed you
For your presence; so tight he led
Fed those older guys
Who bled well, gave unsaid
Their recognition

By intuition he gave permission
For untried improvisation
Another perception
As if the third immaculate conception heard
That this boy was special, this boy sure was special

Creep, as sleep your fingers weep
In the bluegrass
In the far off echoes
Of the rock and roll
You stole the solo spot

O so low you dropped
Stopped and shot into the limelight
Just on midnight, sipping
Light martini or was it bourbon
For your bit of Scottish on the rocks

We dream of your freedom
Plays on down the alleyway
You sway, o hey Joe you would have cried
By your side the finger steel glides, zing
The strings sing a secret lovers lullaby

The flowers are dried and pressed into the tunes
Runes and silver moons my fairground swoons
My troubadour, my cross Atlantic dresser
Forever June, o harvest moon, zoom
Through and along your highway


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