Friday, June 07, 2019

And still they fall

 (D-day was longer than one day)
 

The assault began,
bodies fell like rain,
bullets paid no heed
to colour race or creed.

And still they fall,
still we betray
in daily celebration
of failure,
ignorant of the sacrifice
of those that paid the heaviest price.

Poppies grow in abundance,
in disturbed soil.
Disturbed conscience
is a chosen path
and the masters of war
turn their eyes away.




Thursday, June 06, 2019

D-day 75 years on - in Houghton Hall Park

On the park's green-sworded beach,
the blood red remembrance
of another beach,
in another place,
at another time,
is proclaimed and honoured.
Seventy-five years on,
in this quiet place,
the cacophony of war
is not forgotten
amongst
birdsong fan-fared peace.
Fallen seeds flourish
here.
Fallen lives perished
there:
pollarded family trees,
unmade love,
unfinished stories,
strewn in the waves
of a foreign beach
on the longest,
longest,
day.

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Dance with me

Dance with me
in the mid-morning sunlight.
Dance with me
in a masque of thankfulness
for the dancing partner of light.
Dance with me
as it tickles and cajoles
to arousal
in the bright noon
before Spring,
before lenten's quiet
abstention
And we will sing
with crocus voice
of the sun
in every step.

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Valentine 2019


Valentine



I would wrap you in gold

like the costliest of sweets.

Curtain you with kisses

long and deep.

I would crown you with love,

all that I could give,

pamper you with tenderness,

regal touch and soft caress,

and words that words cannot express

then dream you off to sleep.