We are

It seems

we’re here

the ‘better’

& the ‘worse’

have come

before:

a quirk

in fate a

slip in

time,

call it

what you

will, have

whispered

our trajet.

Let’s forget the

‘honour & obey’

I heal, you stay,

we cleave

like deep

sea beasts

twisting & turning

in the dark.

Did anyone

mention ‘ecstasy’?

This fire consumes

the mystery

that can’t be

versed, it changes:

we move through

every day

exhausted.

Now we’re here,

‘forever’ almost

there, we only

own this day

to live love.

The rings were

chosen long ago

a buried Queen,

forgotten tryst

millennia in this

breath:

a latent

resurrection.

‘Us’

has not come easy:

this deluge from beyond

this weave of thread

that binds us.

A winter walk

a passing nod

was all it took

for seismic tremor

a crack in the fabric

unnoticed by most

yet buried deep

within our marrow.

Bone to bone

breath to breath

time turned upon

itself: a proton shuffle.

And I know

they think us crazy

& some days

I see our mirage

two shadows carved

with light, a paradox

in motion, & I know

we’ve come together

while the world weeps

our love possible

perhaps for the first time,

as it should be.

Dordogne summer


 
My past
unrolls, unwinds, unfurls
 
a river, field, & over there
the church chimes six;
 
the horses twitch their tails
flies, always the flies
 
it’s sunset & the trees
flame fire.
 
We chose to go
while others stayed
 
a paradise, a world
conceived
 
in nature’s cradle:
 
the foal’s peer
‘neath their mother’s flank
 
a velvet nose, a snort:
their huge eyes regard
 
 
a world washed new
each night.
 
Twilight & the frog’s chorus
emanates from reeds
 
where earlier dragon fly
hovered: overhead a buzzard
 
& owl opens sleepy eyes
the night becomes his garden.
 
My past
unwinds, unrolls, unfurls
 
people that I loved
have crossed that
 
silent bridge
but I’m still bound
 
my faith tied with
unseen threads
 
 
to this land:
this specific place
 
shimmering under
pink moon’s siren song
 
consumed, converted
thrown away
 
till Zion comes.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

First flight

Between departure

& destination

I tumble

anchorless.

Between the loving

& the leaving, sky’s

high waiting for a

flight.

I’m tumbling

like a star

unhinged from

orbit & all I know

becomes your dream.

Between morning

& evening birth

& death, hours

flicker like old film

upon a silver screen:

watched & then forgotten.

Earth’s arms enclose us

as we struggle to break free

between departure

& arrival,

there is you,

there is me.

Nostalgia

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Time has no essence

it rolls over us

like water,

eroding features:

my face becomes

the rift valley

my body meanders

from curve to curve

exposing former

civilisations.

My loves have

carved striations

on my heart, &

nostalgia replaces

passion.

Who are you

to care?

And who am I

who once was there?

Lustrous

like a spring garden.

Do you remember then?

I’ve heard you spin

your tale;

you lived your dreams,

you seem exactly how

you used to be,

& I’ve brought forth

generations,

become biblical

in my stories.

Hindsight is a

two-edged sword

it cuts us down

to bite sized

morsels:

what might have been

if you & I had danced

one dance together.

I always chose

the hardest road

the brittle stones

made holes in shoes

& broke my bones

but now I hover

on the brink:

Time has no

substance

it’s sunshine

turned to storm

summer worn

to sleet

sand between my

fingers

until we disappear

players sung to sleep

chasing the mystery.

Dragons

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Down deep

beneath the loam

of mesmerising sleep

my dragons lie.

They crunch my bones

they burn my eyes

& every day I drag

myself from darkest cave

perambulate the ebbing tide

of life.

The more the years

flow in-between

my vivid child

returns to me:

her features frozen

taut in fear, her mouth

an O of scream & there

is nothing I can say to save

that deeply damaged

part in me.

So many twists & turns

a thousand words of love

I strained to hear

that somehow floated

out of reach.

Another heart

another sea, of which

I bear no part

immune in subterranean lore

an odyssey without a shore

Elektra & Antigone.

Down deep beneath

the loam of sleep

my dragons snore

with flickering eye,

they feed on memories

they stretch their wings

in phantom skies,

they moan of ego’s

spurned, & knights

with melted swords

they sing of love

that’s undeserved

they gorge on grief

& ride a canopy of storms:

they bruise my mind

with fevered images

and promise nothing

but the song of stars

our one last flight.

The scent of roses.

Grandpa.

In my beginning

there was night,

a summer garden

the scent of roses

& you singing

a lullaby.

The garden still

exists: I’ve seen it

in photos, the roses

a legacy to your love

on my way to the shops

I stopped, came across

these great blousy beasts

& their sweet pungent scent

brought you back to me.

In my beginning

before the storm of evil:

I can call it that now,

although at the time

I had no words;

in my beginning

there was love.

It’s summer again

reminding me

of starlit walks

you tall in your

homburg, your suit

impeccable, like those

old movie stars.

A man & a child

traversing empty streets

over the railway bridge

& home again where you lay

me down to sleep

in the moonlit garden.

A unique kind of man

not the ordinary variety

you ranged the seven seas

brought back exotic gifts

I followed you in dreams

it always seemed to me

you were my guardian angel.

I’m waking now from sleep

so many years & leaps

have passed: you left me

suddenly one September

carried off by lightning;

no time to say goodbye,

no last absorbing hug,

a chasm in my heart that

never heals.

Now time’s done this to me

I’m lost from myriad paths

I could have leaped:

but summer’s here again,

I walk the city streets

& the roses with their scent

still bring you home with me.

Fragile

Carapace

denim sea / sky

glitter.

I’m pulse thin

heart numb

flicker.

Breath strive

one two / one two

hold:

carapace

black hole

intermittent.

           *

Vision cast

petal perfect

cherry blossom

light, halo, colour

spring warmth

radiance

return returning

recurrence

circles spiral

all of this

heart held

fragile.

Worm moon

That big ‘ole moon

it pulls the tide

orange from my

window, massive

above roof top.

I dream of

children

days gone by

& you

as ever;

a mirage

lost in time.

I search

my library

of love:

no hope

I’ll find

one of you

worthy.

That orange

moon’s

miasma

moves inside

poised

on equinox’s

shoulder:

green sprigs

from brittle

mind

earth spins

its next

sunrise.

Your love

brings

no respite &

still I yearn

for truth

but truth

I find

is broken.

This

A twist in the turn

again, destiny

beckons.

I can do this

I can do this!

Voices from afar

burn in my ear

like Napalm:

war is a drug

aflame in our genes

destruction builds

nations.

A twist in the turn

here we are

we can do this!

News reel

prophecy tumbles

delusion:

we eat, dream, sleep

as if immune.

A twist in the turn

fire brands us

apocryphal chants

threaten annihilation

& I turn to the twist

scream to the last

sunrise.

We can do this

we can do this!