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grubby grists of euphuistic prolixity

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

Chalk Sleepers

The night train, lazy, trundling
Through sleepy undulating downs
Stalked by shadows long and grey
Pretenders seeking hilltop crowns

Tuesday, 29 June 2010


Underneath my mattress slats of spruce lie deep asleep
and when I drift away to dream into their world I creep
A resin-scented hillside bed of cones and needles dried
Bewitched with incantations from the wind's chilled fingers pried
Creaking ravens mourn the evening lost to stippled rain
which petulantly whips against my bedside window pane

Monday, 28 June 2010


I often see him standing at the corner of the road
He remained for years impervious, to all the sky bestowed
Just dutifully awaiting mail, refusing to corrode

Always careful of his posture, pushing out his barrel chest
Look closely and you'll notice that he bears the royal crest
"Service" is his motto, he won't take a minute's rest

This sentry wears a red coat keeping guard against the cold
A pillar of community, a proudly post-war mold
Don't bother him with email 'cos he says he's far too old

Sunday, 27 June 2010


Cyanus looks with pleasure
On this tiny piece of sky
Which blunts the reaper's sickle
In my sunny field of rye

Saturday, 26 June 2010


Gangling summer shuffles past the miles of hedgerows trailed by night
Truculent evening cloud unmasked now needles earth with dusty spite
The fields, uncluttered, windless, shrink from dusk's unholy appetite

Friday, 25 June 2010

Formic Sentience

When I find my garden path has grown small piles of sand
Does a wondrous conurbation sprawl beneath my feet?
I hesitate to go to war and force them to disband
or ant-ish archaeology protected by concrete?
Is this is their world, and I the brute who doesn't understand?

Thursday, 24 June 2010

Poisonous Petite

The warm wind turns and stops to watch the buttercup wait breathless for the rain...

Nature's faint deceit is grown with innocence and grace
Still none will stoop to kiss her unblemished golden face

...she curtsies to the drops now seeking earth beneath the mighty field of grain

Wednesday, 23 June 2010


A single note pervading all
Too pure and still for songbird's call
Before its toxic beauty, all our child-filled armies fall

The four dark horsemen pay no heed
As ruined cities slowly bleed
And at oblivion's door, the all-consuming mouths still feed

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Woodland Suicide

Overnight the trees inverted, fled this suppurating earth
and now their sallow tuber'd fingers scratch the sky
The sulphur sun stands helpless as they shrivel soon to fall
while they rend the air with one last keening cry

Monday, 21 June 2010


Only now are they in summer of their scions' future sure
while waiting for the reaper's fire and brimstone'd distant roar
With their newborn in the crib they briefly see the light of day
Then rejoin the wheel of life in her great golden wheel of hay

Sunday, 20 June 2010


Caught within a charcoal sketch
Parchment skin grey-lined with care
Thin lines, thin years, unbroken dretch
Smoke-stained coat beyond repair
Reminisced... a life's homestretch
Dishevelled cinerescent hair

Saturday, 19 June 2010


Cotton-feathered branches shred the sun
into a thousand splinters tinged with amber gore
which pierce my face to fall where clouds still run
the liquid gauntlet thrown from some sierra's gentle thaw

Friday, 18 June 2010


With fretful gusts the wind tugs plastic bags along the road
Otherworldly twilight smells earth's skin yet rain-bestowed
Electric acrimonium soon whets the gutters' goad

Thursday, 17 June 2010


Faded recollection soon plays the rainbow's snare
A room of dreams once pridian, now childhood-locked and bare
Such richly fabric'd floor through aging knot-holes trickling dust
Vast treasury of ancient books congealed, a joyless crust
The melting chandelier's misshapen prisms cloud and wilt
Oneiric wall's hiation rends a tableau turned to silt
Never more to leave the world and find my artist's womb
Misplaced, the sleepy doorway to my unremembered room

Wednesday, 16 June 2010


Like unknown fallen soldiers
Blindly heaped in serried piles
The leaves have lost their lustre
Demeaned and dimmed étoiles

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

The Scoriae Barrows

...From Saturn's dark necronium, their outlines drift with ease
No beacon's summit vigil marks the skulking moon-smeared trees
and in the ground the rocks themselves unlocked with sap-spun keys

Toward the granite tattler sand and kaolin ripples surge
No mercy for chthonians from the sunken fires' purge
Commingled earth's apotheosis sings its dusky dirge...

Monday, 14 June 2010


Dead soldiers turned to chalices
Sweet cruor with gilt surrounded
Protected, fallen forms putresce
Their scavengers confounded

Sunday, 13 June 2010

Last Border

The march-land gate's steel fingers clutch at servants of the wind
who through the mono-chromed eclipse now see their creeping shorelines limned
No sentience though, to feel the pain of worlds being slowly skinned

Saturday, 12 June 2010


One last pillar red and white
Uncowed by nature's fury
Pelagic Lorelei decries
The vicious wind's thick wrack-spun lies
In Neptune's court abandoned
And condemned without a jury

Friday, 11 June 2010


I stand upon a grass-blade's tip
To drink the vast blue sky
My golden keys just nod and dip
Their blushing freckles shy

Thursday, 10 June 2010


Her lioness heart mettle'd gold damascene
Lived two lives for one, now both hands lie still
Protector embraced by the pale and serene
My lips on her cheek cooled by mortuary chill

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

Guttering Candle

Burn low and slowly falter
But keep your braided head
A darkened tallow altar
Is your Stygian river bed

Tuesday, 8 June 2010


Wisdom's mirror slips and shatters, hope replaced by scarlet night
Lilith's tender lips extinguish all and breathe eternal blight
The mourning sun enshrouded finds no ember'd life to reignite

Monday, 7 June 2010


Suffused with anger, fear has come
To chain the temples, burn the spires
All cruel and righteous men succumb
New justice, smoking urban pyres

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Predawn Frost

Grey breath behind the blind imago'd silvered pratal pane
From silent dark, slow crepitating wave, each crystal vein
Timid newborn sun tiptoes across earth's steely bane

Saturday, 5 June 2010


The child with alabaster eyes
Smiles in blank serenity
A fifty-year-long night she lies
For ottoman'd eternity

Friday, 4 June 2010


Crucified with rose-head nails
Against the strumpet's chestnut tree
The ebbing chandeliered light fails
To scour congealed sanguinity

Thursday, 3 June 2010


Four faces under a single hat
Two look forward, two behind
This tetrad's benevolence begat
Man and augured horse entwined

Wednesday, 2 June 2010

Mighty Dirt

The earth's dissension late we rue
Her stone harbinger's glee
As some macabre dreadnought's crew
Helms argil'd divinity

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Fallen Tree

Assaulted one last evening by a maelstrom's clamour'd hymn
Soft birdsong filled your coming summer's day
You ended your slow motion race towards your lifeblood's sun
and as you toppled, dreamed your patch of sky away
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