Surest Love

It’s her surest love, that’s what she’s surest of

He’s home to stay, he’s never gonna go away

Then her sad refrain - he’ll soon be back again

Tell me o surest love, what are those words you say

Your song only yesterday, he’s never gonna go away

Then that railway train - will he ever be back again?

Hear that mellow blow; the horn and the piccolo

She’s lost her surest love, downtown he’s a gigolo

With her he’s left his stain - will he be back again?

She mourns the loss; gone to the Lesbos Isle from Kos

She’ll paint again, from lover’s love she will abstain

She’ll still feel the pain - ever will he, be back again?

The boats faraway have sailed, he’s left no mail

His muse and his minder, over the seas to find her

Remind her of heroes slain - never going there again

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Towards Ink

Through the gauze blind of the inset kitchen window I see the soft warm light of a lamp, left on all night, beside a footpath in the frosted garden

I had woken early, read Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese, not that I was lonely, almost the opposite; yes quite a bit more than at one

The peace of the plainsong I hope will stay with you, as I wobble, play with the place I choose most often to wander

I wasn’t in need of a response, or was I? Do I no longer contact myself, clearly, internally, with my needs; did I ever? Do any of us really, truly

One spoke of the lovely poem. One spoke of walking in the snow, from returning her sister to her home, late in the evening

The bed was cold, the room was cold, the house was cold, the sleep was cold; I was not warmed by the cold; my warmth came, from the togetherness of their words

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Invigorate

Peace comes

On the extended note

From beside the bookshelf

On the sight of the cold wind

Beneath the big blue Lincolnshire sky

The weathervane

Is past the time for turning

Either in search of self, or

In search of

The winters absent warmth

She plays with whimsy

Sings of being carried out to sea

In search of her comfort

O comfort me

O comfort me she sings

Peace stays

On the defended vote

From beside all thoughts of self

To the light of the bold ring

Beneath the hope that wanders by

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Be Clothed

That the day

Should give such change

All shades of life

Made present

That I should say

About the wrinkles

On my skin, and the

Overlap of wool on cuff

Such is this brightness

That simply by sitting

My mood rises

Settles aloft

Lets in the waves of light

Brings me

Closer to the love

That others have given

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Winter & Summer

Sun streams on the yellow wheelbarrow

Onto the garden of fallen snow

Between the sorrow and the sadness

Lies the joy of light and dark

Lies the thoughts

Of that day in the park

Already unable to settle

So feared of the next moments

That that moment passed

In abstensis

Ring of air

Afloat on the surface

He went on to dare

You were caught by her

Imperious gestures

To suggest

That anything was possible

If only our time would last

Wind rattles through the beeches

We travelled, as with the spark

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