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
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.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

just holding hands

Just holding hands,
just the distance of touch,
just the absence of moments
in the rush of other peoples day.
Unwasted instants
shared, companiable,
unthrilled but impassioned
naked, unlusted,
unchained by desire,
just holding hands.
Just holding hands,
inadequate yet enough,
sufficient for the moment
of the closed eyes.
The semenal migration
of mutual concern,
unteared for the moment,
winged yet in the wings
for a different act
when curtained night
walks the ward
with the unholding.
Just holding hands
just holding
beyond touch,
beyond the sensation
of skin on skin
beyond the tingled mingled closeness
of shared space
the silent intercourse
of just holding hands.