The Driving Seat
He sits in the driving seat
a wired up coil of rage
ready to spring,
a vacuum of anger
to feed from what was once her joy
spitting forth his accusations
like sparks from a torch,
blowing away the laughter,
blowing away the happy,
blowing away the merry
and so this is Christmas.
‘She was late to answer her mobile,
he’s texted several ti...
Monday 17th December 2012 9:38 pm
The Sky at Night
The sky at night’s
a little darker now,
a hole in fabric
no-one else can fill;
for it was never the answers
but the questions,
never the stars
but the brightness of those eyes,
extinguished now.
And I’d like to think you’re out there somewhere
finding all the answers
the truth and nothing but the truth
the questions we never asked;
free ...
Tuesday 11th December 2012 9:43 pm
Remembrance Observation
He punches at a name in stone
as if the warmth of knuckle and fist
could penetrate the cold,
a brother’s arm plunge deep
beyond the gilt
to find its home
curled up in sleep
upon an ocean bed
connect with flesh and bone.
Sunday 11th November 2012 1:14 pm
Small Talk
You ask how I am
and I say ‘fine’
I ask how you’re doing
and you say ‘well’
then we cling to the threads
of other people’s lives
on opposite sides
of a room
much smaller
for the clouds now moving in
and though we never broached the weather
I think it’s going to rain
tonight.
Sunday 4th November 2012 11:10 am
Preparing Lamb
And I wonder how a woman
prepares a child for war
packs pants, rolls socks
fills a kit bag full enough…
waves from a platform
to one face within a sea
feeds every fading feature
to memory
for you would be the first to fall
lumbering to no-man’s land
too hard on heel
to feel the shift in sand
the whispering shell
that final wake-up ...
Saturday 27th October 2012 12:11 am
In the Footsteps...
In the footsteps of our fathers
we took the restoration trail
through wooded hill and wetland
from Aspull through to Haigh
sucked up the coldness
of a late winter sun
reflected on
the stillness of it all
each sunken dead tree scrum
on mirrored flash
no whispering grass
all secrets to the grave
and in the distance stark reminder
...
Sunday 2nd September 2012 8:16 pm
Olympic Dreams
The fastest
the highest
the furthest
the best
fail in the end
to leave their mark
on the memory
history’s greatest wall of fame
left in their tracks
by the cheated,
the cheating
the last of their kind
or the ones quite clearly
out of their mind…
Eddie the eagle
propelling Britain to shame
plummeting to fame
quirky English...
Saturday 7th July 2012 8:09 pm
Unconditional
Love turns the other cheek
absorbs the sting
lingers on the memories
of better times
treads water
holds back tides
hides fear
to steer its course
through arid land
sows understanding
to a hostile soil
waits faithfully
waits patiently
for seed to grow
from deep abyss
to planted kiss
then
like a dolphin
basking in the early m...
Thursday 7th June 2012 9:47 pm
Telescopes and Things
Telescopes don’t make good gifts
not like tellies, or drums.
Tellies you can switch off
drums you can bang
say
“Look at me
I’m here
Hear me!”
But telescopes,
telescopes feed the enquiring mind
with no answers
just starry, starry nights
and black holes
insignificance to the power of 20 12
magnified
through one cold lens
And Science is an empty room
with car...
Sunday 11th March 2012 11:25 pm
Love's Labour's Lost
Bought in a giddy moment
when happiness outweighed intellect
the card now haunts me
for what do you do
with an unsent valentine?
Cherry red and black
my favourite colours
except I can’t wear it
the corset ‘s too brief
and the feathers might itch ;)
Can’t throw it away
it cost the price of a G&T…
but I can’t drink it either
it migh...
Tuesday 7th February 2012 9:46 pm
No. 4
Against all odds
it came to pass,
that the seed falling
on rocky ground,
grew
never knew
the role it played
the weight it bore
on camel’s back
this one last blade
breaking in its wake
future, present, past
imperfect words
in a hostile world
too full of tense
He looked for answers
for someone to blame
she
played the ...
Thursday 2nd February 2012 10:22 pm
The Tudor
And lo there came in to this world a light,
guiding all those who sought, unto this place,
shining through the bleakness of eternity,
enfolding all who followed with its grace.
And many who had travelled here were weary,
from the scourges of the journeys they had made,
bodies badly bruised upon the pathways,
the faith they had in kindred soul betrayed.
...
Monday 9th January 2012 7:46 pm
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