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Thursday, 13 February 2025

Placement

Straight lines

Frames arranged in a semi-circle

Around stone pillars and prayer rooms

Under arches and overhead vapours


You take your light

Through stained glass windows

Eulogise, from about now

Until…


Well some say

'It will be sometime soon'

Although

For those of a deeper persuasion

A little while longer dwells the silent clock




Wednesday, 12 February 2025

Enter

One more line, one more etched away corner

One more hour of darkness, one more morning to dawn

Take me to your dreamer, out of my imagination

Take me then redeemer, out beyond creation


One more - wait before the brushstroke

One more - wait before the breath

Take me as I seem

Take me freely, coming clean



Tuesday, 11 February 2025

Tape noise

The idea that you might not

Appear

That the book won't contain your

Look

At the past or future, then

At last

By saying nothing, being nowhere

Slaying

Your demons or those around you

Semen and gossamer in close proximity

You chose by looks

Not to give two…



Monday, 10 February 2025

Photograph

I read of self, of identity

Of exploration and passage

But David Noon - it is your phrase:

The sanctity offered by the countryside

That lifts my spirits


I want to walk along your pier head

Dive into your water

Let your cold mountain touch my skin


Maybe then

To write of the experience

To let go of the endless search

Camouflaged in regular words



Sunday, 9 February 2025

Designer life

I take in the textual art of one Kayleigh Jackson

I re-tell her tee-shirt slogan

First to my partner and then salaciously - to a crowd


We laugh, it is funny, wicked, lasting

About council estates and girls who might

And boys that say for certain, though not really knowing - right


It's a tough life, an ordeal with little choice or options

Laughter may be the only way of escape

I think at least she has the future of hindsight, go for it - loud


Catherine uses the word myriad; of course she teaches art, and the poetry police have not yet caught up with her. She talks of tentative forays, and a sophisticated understanding; a journey of deep emotion


With a quotation from Pascal her introductory piece is broken in half

But still; all the right words in all the right places

How good to read of such a generous sensitive soul