Choral

That centre
If to be found
With resonance
Will, as water falls
Bounce & rebound

That kernel
Of open ground
With plain song
Will, as clouds climb
Silence all other sound

Except if it is to be lost in love
A cost thus borne least pleasant of
Except in that dead as dark as night
A target torn, astride the wingless flight


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Relate

Cream, cloth covered chair
Wait, wait there
By the pebbles
By the doorway to the stair

Burnt beige, broken bare
Stay, stay where
Stay where winters winds
Lead the call for care


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All Dressed Up

I have a job, in a shop in Leeds
I don’t know how, there is no back story
It would once have been a gentleman’s outfitter

Nowadays we sell expensive branded attire
To those fanciful county & city sets
Men, and their lady friends, with ample wallets

Two shops, close by to each other
No sooner had I been introduced to the main store
Than I was moved out to the two-tone satellite

I was introduced to the staff
Arranged how we could share lifts
Talked of where we could get a good breakfast

It turns out
That most of the clothes are not sold in store
But are punted

Unmercifully, at society do’s
Charity balls, Yorkshire’s horse racing days and
Whatever is Leeds equivalent of a Night at the Opera

I am nervous
I feel out of place
I don’t know why I am here

I do though like the merchandise
& a significant part of my arrogant self says
“Yes, this stuff wouldn’t half damned suit me”



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Sun Dance Slid

I have heard it called light pollution
The dilution of darkness that hides the stars

Far & away tonight is the best example
Thanks to the fog & mist & horizons kissed
With strong light from the hidden city

Pretty it is, and pretty it is not
With the sodium of Bergamot
Heat shouts; we are hot, we are so hot


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Push

I prowl these lands
Hope for scent or sound
Scour the wasted times
For signs of significance

Such as that gull in flight
The bare bramble bush
At the aft cusp of winter

I have a thirst, a real thirst
Not due to the poem
Down to the dirt, down to the
Diatribe of lifelong learning


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