Fossil love

Bones morph

transcend matter

stone to stone

we are breathing

fossils.

Ardipithecus

Kaddaba

Ramidus

Australopithecus

Homo Habilis

descending

millennia, born

to shore up

rift valley.

Our love

is like

bone:

once formed

it lurks in

the strata

of my brain

ancient pathways

where neurons

transmit

our connection.

I feel you

in the night

wake to find

an echo.

This arm once

held your head

cradled gaze of

eyes now dead

to me.

In that moment

I believed in the

lie of ‘ever’.

Forever in

my mind

hidden from

this light

by that old

adage

time

&

country.

Still July

Dawn creeps

a spider’s lace

of light,

cacophony of

gulls

giant pterodactyls

pace the roof

cries angular

a bird’s bark

off key

aural irritant.

Garden sighs

dew soft

leaves glisten,

& the cherries

hide from snails.

Dreams come

quicksilver

whimsical landscapes

neither sought nor known.

Mid summer’s hung

in expectation

suspended betwixt

‘then & ‘when’

as we all are.

We were greater then

less & more

our smooth skin

hiding the scars

we bore.

Are we wiser now

with the cracks of years?

Our faces stretched

from the ‘who’ to ‘why’

& deep inside the weary

ride, has plucked many

in its time.

We were bolder then

twenty years is all

we held:

& the long path of ‘never’

drowned us in its veins

beauty balanced

in a carousel ride

when integrity beckoned.

I see you slowly now

can count the breaths

we have left:

our road is shorter

an uneven stride

a certain number

of new sunrise

until mystery shrouds us

& we reroute.

You paint

empty corners

where sunlight

spikes the shadows.

Who am I

to understand

your truth?

You nightly

hide in dreams,

my child:

at least

you were

now grown

in beauty.

We talk

In whispers

aeons

separate & rent

our structure.

You hide:

an enigma

to me.

Your cells

still circulate

my blood,

& yet

like mountain

peaks we watch

but never cross

the ether.

May day





 
 
It’s a late spring
leaves tight furled
 
& the swallows
ruffle feathers
 
In the chill:
 
the willow
Is ephemeral
 
like a fragile
young girl,
 
testing her
smile.
 
I think of
you often
 
distance never
tarnishes
 
the warmth
you bring,
 
& I hide
the empty

nights
 
with dreams
of mellow
 
seas,
 
a burning
sun &
 
summer kisses:
 
the taste
of you,
 
like cherries.
 
 

Spring song

Willow hangs

Its hair

lime translucence

see through

fragility.

Red fox flits

through stubble

purposeful

glancing

under full moon.

Three herons

graze the marsh

mating swans

bicker

the length

of silent river:

green algae

clings like

earth skin

& the cherry

blossom blows,

bridesmaid dress

confetti.

Vanessa

{with tones of W.H. Auden}

Bring out the horses,

plumes and forelocks

tossing:

pour away the whisky

as the buzzard stands

sentinel at field gate.

Hold back the streamers

& the wedding gown,

for she’s left us

in a hurry

for a dark & distant

country, where there is

only one goodbye.

Bring on the trumpets

& the drums that are

silent, shout across

the sodden marsh;

for the first fingers

of a new day.

We lost her

in the evening

she left us

disbelieving

without a hand

to hold.

Bring out the horses

polish boots & brush out

your heartstrings

for today our friend

has left us, the owl

has forgone hooting

the wind is keening

love songs, the day

Vanessa died.

Lost

Hours pass

into days

then years

disappear

beached on the

whale of time.

I see you

as you used

to be:

laughing in

the midnight

streets:

a hand upon

a shoulder

you

turn to me.

We fade

to days

then years

pass

on the beach

of who we

used to be.

Now ‘two’

are only

‘one’

& one

has

disappeared.

Hours swim

into days

& the

years

breathe

‘difficle’.

Somewhere

in my dreams

a midnight

street

we are as

we used to be:

laughing.

First light

Sun still

burns

across

the vast

divide

we lift

our faces

to the warmth

the light,

feel it heat

our bones

stiffened

from the

endless darkness

lost in sleep.

Immeasurable days

& haunting nights

we hurtle

mindlessly

through space

& time’s

not on our side:

but this day

this instant

this breath

this life

we turn our

faces to the dawn

& warmth

resides: as if

millennium’s

first light.