Poem 52: Go Gently now
go gently now
in these ways
of loving
go kindly now
with me
for I have not
loved
in this manner
before.… Read the rest
Poem 51: Dragon Pulse
she is bleeding still
my birth
racked mother
of the left hand witness
who laughingly bled
and diamond
kneed the sun
to hold his light
from groin to throat
and back
before the dragon pulse
released her vow
once given
now twice shy
to touch his
sparkling glove
and receive… Read the rest
Poem 50: Lytham ps
in a quiet room
we held the night
holding warm
the audient leaves
and they
stay with me
stay with me.
on a morning shore
we held
the sea
holding warm
the eyes
of children
still passing by
passing by.… Read the rest
Poem 49: Letter to S (I saw today)
A girl child examining the colours of a recently grazed knee.
A shallow green lake boasting ownership of half a bedframe
A group of cows waiting patiently as ever for the morning
and or the afternoon or the evening.
A sudden view of night yellow street lights speeding the
homeward … Read the rest
Poems 48: Ode to Billy Blake
and I thought that I had dreamt me as a dream in which I stood upon a great shore
and yet was stood above it, and then above the sea, and yet below it, and I saw
a doorway in the sea and to it was joined a gateway in … Read the rest
Poem 47: These Streets That I Know
once apon a time
he would have
fought the world
for her
but now they fight
in a shop doorway
young man
young wife.
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by a bus stop
raining
a large man
shelters
a small dog
under his jacket.
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women
with folded arms
talking the day
into a … Read the rest
Poem 46: Leaves
rose petals
at my feet
one advantage
of an outside toilet
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unsuspectingly
married again
by my son
and a newly found
box of confetti.
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sleeping leaves
awoken
by the feet
of running children.
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Mary had
a little lamb
his fleece
was white
as snow
and to every … Read the rest
Poem 45: Junk
love
broken wings
love
neon dreams
love
Pwax haloes
love
iron flowers
love
barbed statues
love
crimson chambers
love
acid chains
love
luminous needles
love
paper arms
love
diamond eyes
love
painted stones
love
falling clouds
love
morning wretches
love
cold shells
love
empty always
love
love me
please.… Read the rest
Poem 44: A Pair of Distant Swallows
on a Meditterranean
Sun day
cold sea sand
beneath our feet.
___________________
from the silent
forest floor
beyond your shoulder
a lattice work
of sparkling leaves.
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a flight of wild
stairs
from
my bed
to the street
below, and are
you still running my love
____________________
alone now
with … Read the rest
Poem 43: Washington Park
and around the park
merry-go-round
the traffic moves on
you say goodby
giving back
each other
to each other
and the city
takes back
the park
it lent you
a hidden place
for the paradise bird
but now
more a raven meet.
and turning away
from you
once more
she … Read the rest
Poem 42: Stansted Ken
poetry is for people
who read in the night
horses are for people
who look through windows
for a wandering plain
freedom
in many shades of tan
and with the desert
you can have your wordless
friend, but give him
silver studs on a saddle
of black leather
and a … Read the rest
Poem 41: The Changing Gate
Why now my years have you brought me to the changing gate, shimmering bright
a formless haze yet with a detail painful in its clarity, with needles of perception
fine and terrible changing a tormented grid into a fan of loving fire, a stuttering
corpse into a rhyming song, approaching … Read the rest
Poem 40: Coombe Martin 72
hangman both, hanging me
to sea grown rocks below
lovers always
in games of green and grey
returning, leaving, racing back
to cover with gentle running fingers
smooth white curls
fading into pools
of dark ground stones
causing the bed to rise
in terraced angles
of sheltered rock
two brooding … Read the rest
Poem 39: Nursery
in this crowded room
we are alone
looking down
at each others hands
so gently
I will ask you
once more
if you remember
how we played
in the embrace
of our first nursery
it really was ours
in the beginning
clean and bright
like a new coin
spinning at … Read the rest
Poem 38: Mummy’s Boy
I saw your son
this afternoon
sitting opposite me
on the train
eating peppermints
fro a large paper bag
unsure
of the people
he watches
as they change stops
whatever it was
you wanted for him
I don’t think
he achieved it
his shirts
are nearly clean
his trousers
almost … Read the rest
Poem 37: Protest Song
a rat under the bandwagon
is rinsing his pearls for us
in a broken rhesus jar
and (dear God) already we are lost
a blind salesman in yellow fur
offers the cartoon city marble
against a sky of silly blue
and (dear God) already we are lost.
the iron beam … Read the rest
Poem 36: Did You Ever
did you ever
get one of those mornings
all sunshine
in a crowded high street
all those people
with sun in their hair
even the shopping bags
were smiling
supermarket displays
all those colours
I wanted
to hug everybody
and say ” I love you”
but all those protectors
of … Read the rest
Poem 35: Putting Asunder
You said, love is seeing
the morning
complete as the rain
made three almost four,of us
you said,and in saying
saw my name
as the stranger outside your window.
You said, love is feeling
the afternoon
an endless rising dream
of tomorrow in gold
you said, and in saying
forgot … Read the rest
Poem 34: Mornings Tower
show me mornings tower
prism built, night washed
dawn held and waiting.
help me climb, mornings tower
for I am lame and sleeping late
have awakened
after the Lords of Mid-Heaven
have dismantled the tower.
leaving me the riddle
of one more endless day.
but my father has given me… Read the rest
Poem 33: Peace was the Virtue
peace was the virtue
thrown against the wall
left to hang, and later
sliding down
to rest huddled
and stretched
with the hungry
called necessary
and thrown again
to the torn
and empty people
as a sadly grotesque clown
paraded before them
as a friend
but constant only
in repetition… Read the rest
Poem 32: Jeff and Terry
clap your hands
and think of me
again for me
I cannot, as yet
but still trying.
clap your hands
part the air
watch the curve
of my eyes
as I wish
for your perfect arms.
clap your hands
accept me
as I miss
yet again
for I will one … Read the rest
Poem 31: Shangri-la
who would
have thought
that looking
at our house
from the outside
that there
would be
so many
arguments
going on
inside.… Read the rest
Poem 30: Owl Song
a tallow wand
writing in shadow
free cast the moon
an altar deep
in exceeding shallows
of cold
awakened the night
captured eyes
of the catcher
in steel breath
and iron down
on flighted path
of severed star
and branchless course
to death
in concave line
and tearing tree
collecting … Read the rest
Poem 29: Our Cat
yesterday, our cat
brought home
a small new potatoe
today, a plastic shuttlecock.
now she watches me
from beneath
a canolpy of daffodils
shading the sun
jade green
was this really
the governess of Egypt
so many families ago.… Read the rest