I Gave It To Someone Better

Not yet the half-light
Though neither still the brightness
Not yet knowing what I might achieve
Though neither still to fend off the dullness

Shadows, flames, and carrier bags
Jumpers, and presents
Familiar names written on tags

A stillness, and a breeze
A union flag, in flight
Beyond those trees without leaves

The nuance, of a germ, of an idea
Close on to nostalgia
Yet just far enough away

Walking across the field
There and back
To Angel Barn
In a corner of Eden

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Top Spot

I read, and write out
Mimi Khalvati’s poem The Valley

And of course, I am transported
Back to Holmfirth
Back to the Holme Valley
And to the many tributaries
Or rifts, which feed into the centre

I remember especially
One mid summers afternoon
Walking down from Cartworth Moor
Back towards my mothers
Council house at Cinderhills

I was in love at the time
Though my lover was across the sea
I was removed, to stop
Besides a dry stone wall
Where I found a four leaf clover

More importantly, I found a peace
A time, and place, to write a poem
Which I thought at the time to be of love
Yet, looking back, in truth
It may have been pure self-indulgence

Not that now I think that to be a bad thing
Not as a poet at any rate
Yet, for a lover, perhaps more care was called for
In explaining, with some equanimity, to my lover
My love of the beauty of this valley

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Balances

There is the pain
It is there all the while
Yet see how I smile
That you might ask
How am I keeping

Yes, it is true
It does keep me
From sleeping
Yet see how I am lightened
By your offer of tea

No, the despair
Does not quite
Turn to my weeping
Instead, I write
On matters of love

I try to repair
Yes simply as if
I am reaping
To furnish with light
The missives of love

There is the pain
As if climbing the stile
Yet just see how I smile
That you ask, sympathetically
How it is that I am needing

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I Am Lightweight

Last night I watched
Jiska Rickels’ film 4 Elements

I am now able to tell you
That I personally have no desire
To be a forest firefighter
Or a deep sea fisherman
Neither a miner in Germany
Or anywhere else for that matter
Finally, I would not wish
To undertake the training necessary
To become a space astronaut

I am happy to write
From the comfort of my armchair
Or to make a sketch, in a coffee shop
Yes I am ok to say
How I wish that Mrs Thatcher
Had not closed down the mines
And the shipyards
But I would not wish my sons
Nor I, to be in those professions

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On Being Told Not To Interfere

I come back to this room
I come back to this room
Where a few minutes ago
I was listening to David Whyte

Listening to David Whyte read his poetry
As well as him telling a fine tale
About himself, and John O’Donohue
Talking of to go against yourself

Go against yourself - a neat Irish phrase
And, or so it seems to me
One not entirely at odds with
Being told not to interfere

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