like grains of sand
or crumbled shale
a sea of faces
brave and hale
some future aeon's
sediment
crushed beneath
time's grinning veil
unremembered
those who spent
a worthless life
wind-whipped and bent
their cradles sold
for coffin wood
poor substitute
for board and rent
mortality
misunderstood
scarce seconds left
for making good
await your happy
ends in vain
unplanned unborn
they never stood
the signs ignored
with faint disdain
the prematurely
ending reign
of those so negligent of scale
soon judged by history insane
Saturday, 14 January 2012
Friday, 2 December 2011
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Late Leaves
wooded hills with hooded eyes
glance furtively at livid skies
while east wind's cold and bony fingers
pluck at autumn's frail disguise
as lustre drains from emerald crowns
the stars seek out the darkened downs
they tiptoe through the brooding barrows
warm their hands on sleepy towns
glance furtively at livid skies
while east wind's cold and bony fingers
pluck at autumn's frail disguise
as lustre drains from emerald crowns
the stars seek out the darkened downs
they tiptoe through the brooding barrows
warm their hands on sleepy towns
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Summer Well
the faltering air
warm syrup
oozing
over uncountable green fingers
poking through the moss
above the soft dark loam
busy with ants
below
slow-dancing worms
feasting in the labyrinths of the blind
amid the pale tubers
leafless
inching though the soil
unlit sunseekers
following their hearts
waylaid
below the stones
suspended
like bubbles in the cool still earth
three fathoms down
lies the water
clear turned starless black
unsilvered
mirroring the unseen
inscrutable
biding her time
eyeing the sky
above her breathing hole
a mouth of aging lime and clay
heard whispering in corridors
and abandoned places
cold-skinned and malignant
she lies quietly
patiently
eternally
like a nightmare under the bed
listening to me breathe
willing me
daring me
to put down a single naked foot
can no one save me?
warm syrup
oozing
over uncountable green fingers
poking through the moss
above the soft dark loam
busy with ants
below
slow-dancing worms
feasting in the labyrinths of the blind
amid the pale tubers
leafless
inching though the soil
unlit sunseekers
following their hearts
waylaid
below the stones
suspended
like bubbles in the cool still earth
three fathoms down
lies the water
clear turned starless black
unsilvered
mirroring the unseen
inscrutable
biding her time
eyeing the sky
above her breathing hole
a mouth of aging lime and clay
heard whispering in corridors
and abandoned places
cold-skinned and malignant
she lies quietly
patiently
eternally
like a nightmare under the bed
listening to me breathe
willing me
daring me
to put down a single naked foot
can no one save me?
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Unsung Shales
Slick obsidian panes incite the impish gurgling water
(hurled a thunder-laden mile or more by heaven's fit of pique)
to mirror some last dazzling drops of blood from Hera's dying daughter
spilled at skypool's rim through butchered clouds where shards of fire still leak
Corvid-skinned, the shadowed gables find vertiginous retreat
(or is the gloss-winged ravens' short-lived fluttering a trick of light?)
before they sleep with one eye open stretch their tails and find their feet
ready to defend against the blindly stumbling night
Below, the dripping gutter's brow on spindling trunks so far from earth
clings fast with tooth and nail to sleeping walls whose dusky bricks re-dream
those heady days when long-dead kilns had spawned their calm and ordered birth
unprepared for greatness in Victoria's mighty age of steam
Friday, 23 September 2011
faren wel
your eyes now old, still clear and bright
the body, toils of war made slight
this hand I hold, tho' frail, yet warm and light
...
exchange no words of consequence
against your gaze I've no defence
our common loss becomes uncommon sense
...
the years between hold us in thrall
we miss the night's last footsteps fall
my friend, oh were you ever really here... at all?
...
alone I watch the dawn ignite
the body, toils of war made slight
this hand I hold, tho' frail, yet warm and light
...
exchange no words of consequence
against your gaze I've no defence
our common loss becomes uncommon sense
...
the years between hold us in thrall
we miss the night's last footsteps fall
my friend, oh were you ever really here... at all?
...
alone I watch the dawn ignite
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Redemption
I sought my god above the clouds
I shouted out
and bent my knee
I pushed my way through milling crowds
But he didn't look at me
I sought my god below the waves
I cast my net
expectantly
I bought his stickers: "Jesus Saves"
But he didn't rescue me
I sought my god beside my bed
A holy book,
some fragrant tea
I found his words and bowed my head
But he didn't read to me
Just beyond this trackless hill
Lush meadow, stream,
and willow tree
in sunlit calm are waiting 'til
I give up seeking me
I shouted out
and bent my knee
I pushed my way through milling crowds
But he didn't look at me
I sought my god below the waves
I cast my net
expectantly
I bought his stickers: "Jesus Saves"
But he didn't rescue me
I sought my god beside my bed
A holy book,
some fragrant tea
I found his words and bowed my head
But he didn't read to me
Just beyond this trackless hill
Lush meadow, stream,
and willow tree
in sunlit calm are waiting 'til
I give up seeking me
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