you invited me
and I was compliant
yet unable to begin
the deeper conversation
for it was
your line dance
your island
your cottage
your double bed
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
you invited me
and I was compliant
yet unable to begin
the deeper conversation
for it was
your line dance
your island
your cottage
your double bed
in two thousand and five
after a bit of a wobble I took a decision
to try not to forget
to keep you alive
through poetry and dreams
and meditation
in two thousand and twenty one
i asked our son if we could begin
a deeper conversation
yes a story he said
because he doesn’t do feelings
he suggested to base it on call of duty
my father, his grandfather had been
a paratrooper in the second world war
shot down
left hanging in a tree
until he was recovered
who knows where
my brother jack
puts me straight
about the facts
of my father’s injury and capture
he also gifts me the belief
that this should be his story
i am at base camp
and so are you
on the rim of the volcano
the very perimeter of vesuvius
step forwards
into the inner passions
step backwards
into the unnecessary chorus
wobble a little
eke out your expectations
look deep into the light
lift all of your limitations
the aeroplane is overhead
distance then is not too far
by the angels we will be led
to the light of the northern star
what would be the examples
of that which would make me kind
in the way in which joyful singers sing
how might i move to not be blind
the family of three
rejoiced
taking photographs
beside henry moore’s
mother and child
as sure as he was
to turn for home
we turned
away from expectation
for one afternoon
that anxiety
and burden
should and could be relieved
from the calamities
which love engages