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Wednesday, 14 April 2021

A Golden Daffodil And A Fluorescent Raspberry

I want to talk of light
Light on the field
Northern Light
Cold light
Light to cut through
On its way from the west
Across the clear blue sky
Deep on
Into the green field
Up the valley side

Over the five bar gate
An entrance made
For the light underfoot
Stage light
Stage fright and spotlight
Hold tight now
Light, let there be light
Light of a golden daffodil
And a fluorescent raspberry
For the northerner’s midnight plot


Tuesday, 13 April 2021

On The Edge Of Dreams

Cereals and hallucinations
On the edge of dreams
And dangerous situations

As the rainbow skies grieve
The piano plays a soft sonata
Blue is up, and now I leave

Woken moments
Stolen times of long ago
Celebration that’s the word I’m after

Broken binds
Wheel the fault-lines of sorrow
Footprints in sand, clay, silica, snow

Sat on the veranda
Down in the Savannah
Prints of indelible flowers

Insoluble
Earth mother
Surely to show

Snow melts
On the photograph
Steam comes to life

Sliding down the walls
Words on wires
A message to laughter

Frigid with frustration
Madness, caught out
In isolation

Hallucinatory progress
From the bedhead
On the edge of dreams


Monday, 12 April 2021

Without Pavements

The piano played
The sun rose
Frost covered
The forest
And the moor

Down
Into the shade
Slowly up the hill

Congested
Single roads
Without pavements

Around the corner
Into the vista
The whole world
Before we go
Over the horizon

Sunday, 11 April 2021

Is It Fair To Thank You

Is it fair
To say thank you
For this broken heart

Without such pain
I may have forgotten
The passion
The exceptional
Gifts of love

Of sensual sensation
Moved by words
By pictures
By place
By time
By the moment
Of images
Imagined

Splashes of water
Autumn leaf’s falling

Winter’s morning
Snow 
Ice
Frost
Sun

Into recovery
To lose hold
Of the intensity
Inarticulate insensitivity
Of bruise
Of tear
Of rip

Scratch
Torment
Gouge
Bully 
Betray
Pray

If to hold
To be so bold
To be so so soon

Time
For more to life
Yet left alone 
Alone to discover

Fair it is
In fact I insist
Thank you
I say, thank you
For my broken heart


Saturday, 10 April 2021

The Oasis Of Escape

There’s a turn up for the book:
That monasteries began
As an oasis

An escape from the submission
To the solitude of
The desert

And now
In search of peace
Drawn to the solitude

Drawn to the monastery
From the oasis of escape
That is life

Why leaf
Where riot
Why peace
Where quiet