Friday, 29 April 2016

Paraphernalia

Slices of agate set in an iron web. 

Lots of kitsch around today: 
wind chimes, dreamcatchers, 
oil-burners.

After awhile you learn to live with it.

By the time you get home 
you already miss it.

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

The Buzzard

The buzzard waits in his tobacco colours
hunches on the grey rim of a galvanised trough.
Waits and watches like a judge in the courthouse
life and death in a taloned balance, chills
in the morning sun. Yellow fields
that seem to be waiting, a bruise
in the face of the low sky that gets 
closer, you can feel its touch
as you pass on through.
The weather man says
sun, storms, snow:
an improbable forecast so
strange it must come true.
Later, lightning and blue thunder
in an afternoon blizzard.
And the buzzard still waits 
in his invisible tobacco colours.

Saturday, 23 April 2016

Motto

Repeat of a refrain, 
over 
and over 
again. 

Made on earth, not of earth 
I take stock, stand on stairs 
aware/not aware of dust 
under my feet as I cast 
about for the old music 
that is less instant 
and has to be worked at 
over 
and over 
again 
before pattern 
and pleasure 
is gained. 

She says things don’t feel right if they’re not worked for. 

This verbal snapshot might serve as some kind of motto. 

I can’t find the thing I’m looking for. Instead, the yellow 
sound of a road sweeper fills the light filtered by the curtain. 

I remember a serpent shaped road, a Vauxhall Viva 
or Ford Cortina parked outside every Lego brick house.

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

The Acoustic Guitar Is An Old-Time Time Machine.

A chord is played, 
the Green Man lets himself quietly into the room, 

drops twigs and leaves from his beard as he goes, 
raises a glass.

Sunday, 17 April 2016

A Morning Song

Black and blue, silver green and grey
ripple upon ripple running away.
Stone and boulder, one on another
a head as they say
firmly on his shoulder.

And the wind blows through the shadows, 
shades cast by clouds
twisted trees, 
lone crows
ragged leaves

over the black, blue 
silver green and grey
ripple upon ripple 
running away.

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