Thursday, September 03, 2015

bronze fruit

All Saints Houghton Regis bell tower

the bells peel
shedding notes
which fall
like Autumn fruit
their peal
musical marmalade
to the tastebuds
of our ears

Monday, August 31, 2015

almost there


Almost there:
a pre-empting wraith
the shady precedent,
a forecast form
dawns into the room
with its haunting.
Portent of the imminent,
monochrome promise
a scent impending
and a taste to come.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

rain on rose

Painted in the toil of clouds,
the rose pouts pink lips
accepting the jewels
like a lover.
It does not speak
but it is not dumb;
beauty has its own language
for the listening of eyes.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Prelude to a tangerine dream

Prelude to a tangerine dream,
the sky’s tired eye
begins to close;
leafy eyelashes
begin a sinister enmeshment
while quiet colours are kidnapped
by the dark stranger.
The hall of the night-king
echoes with the fading lamentation
of birds.
This night has no shining armour
for the moon is hidden
ambushed by cloud.

A ransom demand
comes in dreams
where maidens are sacrificed,
shackled by silver silence,
in the dungeon of sleep
and the undoing of time.