Wednesday, 19 August 2009
barefooting 2
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
some bits from my old blog...
naked from the ankles down
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
breathless
Air moves in a mysterious way
its wonders to perform
invisible, divisible, irresistible
insensate blast, engine of all.
Born in the borderland between sea and sky,
falls on land, and brick by brick by brick
reduces ash to ashes, dust to dusts.
Parent to the form of trees.
Shaking, shaping limbs in rage,
bending the child to your whim.
high on heaths in violence abounding
maddening the maddened, making madder, mad kings,
fooling fools and blinding the blind;
whilst lowly heathers and bilberries lie low
sifting and dividing to nothing your every notion.
We hold your madness near, erect barriers -
stone, wood, glass, metal;
catch cubed power, the better to live
in the footsteps of salt men
who, driven before you on lines between life and death,
end: reduced to leather and bones.
Strangely attracted to chaotic turbulence
you (eddy to your friends) whistle up your fluid familiar,
ring-leader in wanton ruin,
gang-leader on the coastal chain,
breaking rock
stones
pebbles
gravel
sand
silt
mud
slime
Everything.
Saturday, 11 October 2008
Calanais
the lark falls soft, loft on salty breath
(its song-of-place a sharp decline)
to be an unkempt bundle,
post-bound & mundane.
Purpose runs deep
in the bird
in the land
in the standing stones,
old as any named for their place.
here on an edge,
the stones’ cipher, cracked by birdsong,
unbroken remains.
Saturday, 22 March 2008
british winter-time two – Lakeland
against the promise of a cold bright day
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cloud spills through wintergreen wands
the landscape’s spectral magicians
conjuring crags and fells
we deny all magic but draw sharp breath
at the effortless skill of air
and applaud moisture’s motion
that draws modest veils only to strip the bracken-rusted bank
.............................
pan left, and water rushing to escape ragging rocks
flings itself into space
divides, and divides again and again to multiply the mere
lost tarns mirror blackthorn ashamed of un-named mist
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in the distance the air gathers its breath
and exhales to exalt the jackdaw and split a graveyard yew
Sunday, 2 December 2007
work in progress...
I ache for snow to overwhelm the sound of improbable traffic
And give way to a deluge of feeling -
Some women long for longed-for babies, tears overflowing; sing songs, make hay, right wrongs
Some men search for words; grasp at songs long unsung; recline, descend into memory without recall, documenting decline
We all make do and mend, do the do-able, try to lead while laughing - dancing out of control
This starts, that ends
Meanwhile I digest poison, it calms me as I listen for news of death, and wait on news of life
I want for nothing but comfort and comforting
Life then, like lava, hot and unstoppable, carrying, charring, hardening, just to hear the sound of cracking rock and falling ash