someone who did not die
in the service of reasons
dark and solid mass
knelt up today
shone and prayed for us
before the line
too sharply drawn
even for reason
could cut him down
he uncrossed
his virtuous sign
and rose up shining
and above the heights
of our … Read the rest

lately your spell
seems to be
to spell your name
in a bright seam of stars
(above my head)
in the nights fine hide
points of light
that appoint the light
a constant
(looking up)
to the playing game
of hide and seek
my love
(of staying fame)
through this … Read the rest

Below them the enchanted forest was a vast carpet of alternating geens
and greys, almost a breathing movement of contrasts as the River of Doth
winding southwards appeared as a ribbon of cleanly bright silver in the
early morning light. Softly the wizard asked ‘why do you cry my son … Read the rest

how much like love
your screaming
blast of loneliness
forming the shallows
that thicken
the spelling time
between our lives
tightly couching
thinly courting
cleverly counting
(are we not supple)
the many waists
of freedom

and the cities
desolated by talk
the streets
of ghost meetings
the wall to
wall … Read the rest

Lord I sing
of the winter sun
winter name
the winter flame
winter lain
the winter snow
winter frost
the winter web
winter spun
the winter forest
winter turn
the winter land
winter ride
the winter wind
winter stride
the winter one
of whom
we now sing
“see amid
the … Read the rest

your love
is a room
I will one day
walk into
a castle view
see fox on the hill
a castle room
moat and drawbridge
courtyard seat
tree of flowers
lute and pipe
see Lord on the hill
my Ladys room
fur and velvet
fire and shadow
tapestry of doves… Read the rest

when I was young and alive
and upon the earth
she sang, yea
how she sung this
earth weaving green
circles around the sun
then guardian Lord
of her temperaments
unaltered mirror
showed true
facial skies
where birds
of quiet music
and blazing colour
jewelled bright paths
for the gods … Read the rest

I choose you,
and the rock and the stone
for singing the soundless
song of the iron flute
a prayerful song
remotely heard
as the silence
of a blazing red rose
against a thorn black sky
heavy with the pre-storm quiet
where falcon hunt falcon
by the dark clouds rim-light… Read the rest

on a train
and thinking
of our distance
how wide it seems
with time
and the sea between
and the gulls
forever crying
forgiven,
forgiven and gone
gone away
but only as far
as a distance
of Sunday morning bells
one chime, close
as a hairs breadth
on a thousand … Read the rest

remember me,
(if you will)
when a full bright moon
escapes from
a bank of dark cloud
and the darkness
before you
is revealed as safe.

remember me
when the early morning sun
touches your body
and you become
new with the day
and later at noon
when his strength… Read the rest