Saturday, November 22, 2014

the waning of the year

In the silent sunlight,
and the waning of day,
the relentless footfall of Autumn
draws blood red tears
from the trees.
As they weep
a carpet grows
at their feet,
smothering the dull earth
with their blessing of colour.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


‘In the beginning’……
Was there ever a ‘beginning’
in this journey from Alpha to Omega
when the first and last juxtapose
and the greatest and least
spin upon an axis.

‘In the beginning the word’
spoken into a void
conjured significance
from nothing
and love and pain in tandem
begin their industry.

‘In the beginning’
uncreated light begat light
not with candle
gentle, unassuming, comfortable;
but with tidal dawn -
a birthing
bloody, confident, exposing.

And the end was the beginning
for the beginning
the end.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The tower cries

The Tower cries
a moat of tears
for lives completed
in their incompleteness.
We circle round
in a dance
of remembrance
our unremembered lives
A ‘last post’
assaults the sky
sounding its portal
to other times and lives,
mingling tears and blood.

Guns salute wars that were
but  echo on in wars that are
and wars that still will come.
In the going down of the sun
and in the morning
we continue them
and the mourning.

And all around on this night
fireworks brand the sky
the battlefield of our senses
scourged with persistence.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Role reversal

shadows of the present
lie lightly on the memorial
reclining shapes
upon the poppies
remembering the bodies
asleep below

the staccato clamour
of camera shutters
like machine gun fire
but the only fallen here
are thrown down
by sunlight