Once more around

& around:

 

leaves a tapestry

of gold

 

sky a grey horizon.

 

Ploughed fields sigh

eased from summer

 

burden.

 

There’s a softness

in the air

 

rain caresses

dried earth

 

& for a moment

autumn’s past

 

returns to haunt

me.

 

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Your birthday

 

Time is present:

past become

 

a dream,

remembering

 

just the way

your hand felt.

 

Love’s a mystery

a quest for

 

solace:

 

bound to flowers

beside the lake

 

we learnt each

other’s name.

 

I want you

in the abstract

 

my heart

a crucible

 

seared in

life’s flame.

 

I want you

for an hour

 

a day,

 

someone I

can lock away

 

for all

tomorrows.

 

 

What became

of us,

 

with the passing

of hours?

 

Children fly

from me

 

birds murmur

in hedgerow

 

scout the bare trees

for shelter.

 

Autumn arrives

in puffs & billows

 

pillow clouds

swaddling.

 

All is not

as it seems

 

decisions reached

paths chosen:

 

mind circles back

on itself

 

I’m singing in

this wind

 

demanding

resolution.

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Leaves crisp

brown,  dust:

 

north wind blasts

summer corners.

 

You recede

like the tide,

 

heart tick tocks.

 

Sleep curls

into autumn,

 

rhythm:

 

lavender, rose-hip,

blackberry stain,

 

winter crumble

shuttered houses.

 

The past trembles

images tumble towards

 

half sleep.

 

‘’So much life

in the girl!

 

Who’d have thought it?”*

 

 

*[MacBeth parody. Act 5 Sc 1.]

Kiss

 

After the kiss we knew

it was a certainty.

 

Not the first kiss tumbling

& effete, but

 

the second then the third

seemed to gather speed

 

After the first kiss

two strangers shared a dream:

 

you spun me stories of your city

crumbling walls & hidden alley.

 

Shush!

 

You talk too much

you need answers,

 

there are no questions.

 

The river listens

to our breathing

 

beneath these bridges

ancient lovers stir

 

memories rekindled.

 

You want to take me home

I need to learn your music

 

memorise the rise & fall

of harmonics.

 

My hands became your balm

healing hidden wounds

 

& I wonder if you feel

the brush of swallow’s flight

 

the glance of Angels

from the shadows.

 

 

Pivot

 

 

Tarmac melts

rain bursts like

 

popcorn:

 

We are dried up

separated seeds

 

dispersed.

 

Land like stone

horse’s hooves

 

split

 

all hope drifts

lost in grey mornings.

 

‘Waiting’

becomes seven

 

syllables

tattooed in blood.

 

Hush descends,

school gates open

 

& all our sunburnt

children stream in

 

buttoned tight

for learning.

 

Late tomatoes

ripen on the stem

 

shelves burst

with them &

 

my words again

obsolete;

 

pen poised

for another dive

 

into darkness.

Lost & found

I walk on bones &

the path whispers,

 

‘blood’.

 

Stuck between inside & out

there is no time of day

 

I walk behind your before

listen to the tinkling of the bells.

 

The Angel of the Moon

watches you sleep:

 

perfection is a word

minted for you.

 

Stranger’s jostle

no attention to detail:

 

your detail is diminished

there is no up or down

 

I’ve turned from love

into the deep unknown

 

echo of this.

 

 

Willows bend & swipe

like horse’s tails

 

sky bellows thunder:

 

turning of the year

summer swelter morphs

 

into cool morning.

 

Each night

the planets burn,

 

dead worlds that shine

so bright from distant past

 

as if

 

cradled in suspension.

 

You ask for words,

I have none:

 

just a bursting

of my heart

 

as corn winds high

fruit ripens on the limb

 

a whinny at the gate,

life unfurls each dawn

 

febrile in its mystery.