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Thursday, 18 April 2013

Itinerant

A hive and a beanstalk
A tin hut from the bog
Heaven on a still beach
Slow down you dancing frog

from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Airborne Consciousness

By contact I mean a closeness, the sort of closeness that the word intertwined leads me towards; minds, bodies, souls, breath, intertwined, in contact; a closeness

from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Clear of doubt our love is washed and offered fresh perspectives

Today we have the rain
Yet hardly a hint of breeze
And a silver grey
Seemingly cloudless sky

But it is true
We do have the rain
Free falling to splash on tin & tile
Calling us to stay indoors

Snuggle with a book
Listen to our favourite music
Watch the seals play

Make best of having a telescope
Feel the cool air on bare bodies
In preparation for a warm shower

He seeks out light
The light that we only see
On the painters canvas
In the photographers print

I seek out the sound
That we all might hear
Of raindrops on tin cans
From aeroplanes taking to the sky

In this way sight and sound are given back to us
The trickle of stream
The break in cloud
Our earthly atmospherics reflected


from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
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Monday, 15 April 2013

Birthright


On the day after warmth came to spring
& daffodils flowered, beside new mown grass
The young boy came into our lives

On an evening when sunlight streams
Through leafless trees, I look more closely
To see the sticky buds beginning to open

That he too might enjoy the birdsong
Among the peacefulness, both now
& also in his later years

That his parents may soon walk out with him
In the countryside; also play endlessly together
On the soft sands, by sparkling seas

That love should come our way
Is itself the miracle of life


for Tim, Emma and Thomas William

Continentals


You sit at your desk
We stand beside the stone
The gale tears away all doubt
No need for sages

We are among true believers
Barefoot warriors
Freed from their desks
Free to bless the stone



from The Hebrides - Water and Stone
Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on kindle by clicking the highlighted links