i had a dream and when i woke, it was still dark. the middle of the night was warm and swept around me, a soft blackness, yet cold and hard as steel.
some tearful young thing lost their birthday balloon, and as it floated over the rooftops, the birds of the air made it their friend, and gave it friendly pecks until it burst – it gave them quite a feathery shock.
it’s two in the afternoon.
the soundtrack to the eighties
whistles through the quiet pub,
lunch time leftovers
shine greasily on cheap porcelain plates.
a window seat,
a mother and baby –
one’s asleep, the other gazes at passing cars
without seeing them.
food arrived an hour ago,
but the warmth of the public house
with its weary decorations
and pound-shop snowflake stickers
is a toasty comfort
along the bleak horizon
of a cold and silent home,
where the only sound is the sound of yourself.
nubilous skies move
across the burnished pond,
sleekly split by fowl’s slow glide.
back and forth –
waxy feathered necks
quietly adamant against the sharpest chill
the dawn is cold,
bright in the sun’s wintery power.
bare twiggy trees and sapphire skies
welcome old faces
to a world
little changed over night,
while desperation and hope
like hungry birds
and gentle mother’s wings –
here they come.
the allies, in their dressing gowns;
soft, sweet-smelling, silken
in the dusty haze of sunrise.
but yet, in new year’s royal glow
rest spots of darkness, black flares
that taint us, paint us
with melancholy ink.
still, we might draw in black and gold;
the smooth gloss of Grecian pottery
may still surprise us yet.
‘petitions’ – a collaborative piece which i am very pleased to be included in.
I am so pleased to present this work of art and I am lucky to have been a part of this collaborative effort. To be in the presence of such wonderful poets is a true honor.
I encourage you to follow the links attached to their names and visit their own pages. Wonderful wonders to be found there…
By night’s dark embrace
I light these candles of petition
and speak unto my heart
on my knees in the moonlight
oh crimson guardian in my breast
engine of my life
ever the drum beat that underlies
the story of my days
I beseech thee,
do not fall for such a cause as this
you know I have no choice in these matters
but to plunge headlong
hand in hand
together to our end
and I grow so weary of falling
By night’s dark embrace
I light these…
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my warmest wishes for 2018. thank you thank you thank you
the long, dark drive home
was sweet, light and musical
with you at the wheel
would you hush to hear the symphony that is a little silence?
beneath one roof,
some crimson, fleshy parts that beat and live and breathe
across zesty horizons,
each at home
in a pot of gold
at the end of a greying rainbow.
a mountain rises between two cities,
great oceanic foundations
harbour rocky, snow-covered dreams,
a log cabin and a fireplace
settled on it’s wintery peak.
pressed hands and photograph smiles
sing a song
to fool the doctors of love –
them, or you and i.