Movie Tone

Snowflakes, bamboo leaves raked

Flames set to burn the big house down

The stakes are risen higher

With pyre of unfamiliar faces

Races on the intoxicated flyer

Shy times in the distant colony

Stop it, stop it; stop this nonsense

Did you not feel it in those moody eyes

Did you not see it in those smiling eyes

Did you not catch it in those guilty eyes

He takes her, she prizes the lyre

His twitch slices the stuttered paces

Laces of rum for our ever evil sire

Cries of madness; instant felony

Ashes, floats of paper debris flaked

Sound frames of reference, uncoupled

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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In a book

Eight days ago

Butterflies in profusion

A warm calm

The end of an Indian summer

Today the gulls battle the wind

As if maniacs in flight

Who knows their destination, or

Understands there sense of reason

Yesterday; fire and snow

Love, with infatuation 

& snippets

Of a vagrant poet’s words

Before that there was long ago

Humans with spoken stories

Of cold indeterminate struggles

At the beginning of civilisation

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Offspring

He is a part of you 

A part of you

That I hold 

That I hold on to

Unusually a pleasure

Occasionally 

He’s mildly combative

Always more personable

Than I could ever be

That he is attractive

Is such a treasure

For I, at my age

Can see it could well last 

Beyond all of my forevers

& because he still loves you

(I assume so)

I might replay that love

Better that, than never so

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Pure Oxygen

Other breaths are drawn

Where once we drew breath

Other favours fawned

Where once we made nests

Storm clouds at dawn

Tinged by the sunrise

Our paths shaved forlorn

Never to receive those eyes

Out into the pink and blue

Shears of brilliant hue

Heightened illumination

Foils of a storms formation

Such wild torrid heavens

Rampant as once of love

Glows of favoured crescents

Giants in lost worlds above

Our flames fuel the forges

Steps to furnaces in hell below

Fall back to say you're gorgeous

To part was a magnificent sad blow

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Sugar Rush of Doubt

He looks out upon his woods

A clear view

From the cottage bedroom window

He tiptoes barefoot

Over her newly fitted carpets

I drive a little faster

In a mood of abject darkness

I hold a tight grip on the wheel

Of my gathering nervous self. I drive

Doubtful across the vast suspension bridge

The boy surely meant no harm

His, a simple & innocent response

To one well experienced

In misunderstanding the use

Of well chosen, yet ambiguous words

Anyway why should I second guess

Of that which is only vaguely true

Why I could end up, down there

In the swelling brew; wide of the mark

I might be a goner & still be so far askew

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Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on kindle by clicking the highlighted links