Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Gulls in dance



They are wheeling
in the cloud crowded sky,
celebrating a departing sun
or dancing at its wake.
It’s a come-all-ye hootenanny
but I am earthbound
and cannot reach their dance-floor,
remaining merely voyeur to their extravagance.
They do not sing, their dance is silent
as is the sun in its closing
and the accompanying colour-burst
heralds the coming silence of colour
and the resurrection of stars.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

The trees are roaring

The trees are roaring their applause
as the storm stampedes loose branches
across the shallow grass.
A rude and rampant rodeo
in the restless sky,
stallion clouds in full flight
riderless and tireless.
Dark foreboding
coats the dendrous silhouettes
watching the circus,
gnarled fingers flexing
at the heavy breathing heavens.

Wednesday, February 01, 2017

the dark side calls me



The dark side calls me
its simple monochrome
tempting with its minimalism.
The dark side draws me
its mystic shadows
fuel for wandering,
in the unsignposted
vaguery of its cloak.
The dark side fills me
with its thirst
for more than the visible.
The night-light
contraction,
contradiction
of its plainsong
feeding on sweet colours
and lusting for beauty.
The dark side calls me
and I am listening
to its siren song.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

the nether lands



The nether land slips away,
between sleep and wake,
where nothing can be done or undone,
and the jewel of life
begins to sparkle
each link coming into view.
The dragon-tail of dream fades,
its fantasy losing its grip;
the chain of consciousness
growing, bringing its own confinement.
And do you bring the dragon with you
on its own long- trailing chain,
distant now but connected
by the dream of day.
The day has dragons
of its own.