Northern lights

 In the north I saw the star

And in the North like a burning scar

across the horizon

Glazed so bright

The shimmering green Northern lights

Oh northern lights like an absinthe fairy

Dancing its tinkerbell

Dust so starry

In my ship I crossed waves like mountains

As in the sky were green lights like fountains

blooming over like a holy chalice

The rim of the horizon 

A broken palace

Let the hearts of Angels sing aloud

There I saw a castle in the clouds

Northbound on the South west coastal path

 Dipped in the black lagoon

Mother nature gave a boon

We enjoyed the sun and sea

On our road to Calvary

In fact the path a tortoise shell

Cracked then wet, baked and fell

Onto the beach where the seals dwell

We detoured round timeless dell

And ponies scuffed and thorns they scratched at

Our scarves and stuffed swimming backpacks

As we trotted down soggy hill side

where celandine grows over the rides

And sun dappled horses with distended bellies graze

Beside the estuary on beautiful sunny days

Then each bend and twist and turn

Leaves you amazed at rocks that burn

In the setting sun that returns

Down to rest in the sea's urn

Trying to remember what songs to sing

We saw a ship come sailing in

And glimpses of the bays and coves of coast

Great beauty had they of to boast 

 

And casting off now the funeral habit, 

Our pace quickens to that of a rabbit

But our feet before were more tortoise lead

So we were late arriving at Portishead 

When finally reaching that promised land

We could no more find a bus than could we stand

Yet somehow we must make it back to Clevedon

And recover my car, because that's where we leaved 'em

Luckily a fairy godmother was at hand

And when she suggested hitch hiking I couldn't understand

But an Angel with a cherub turned up in time

And into her blue chariot we both climbed

And not quite flaming, but at least it sped

Us far away from Portishead

We must thank our lucky stars

For all the others never stopped their cars

But this sweet child of God was sent

On Easter Saturday after Lent

And like Jesus rising from the tomb

We were freed from doom and gloom

Not that Portishead is a bad place

But you don't wish to be stranded there in disgrace

I am sure Clevedon is not a poor place for many

but also Portishead must cost a pretty penny

And of everyone who pointed out a bus stop to us

Not a single one had ever ridden the Clevedon bus

Facing North

Once I held mountain in my hands
But they turned to mountains of ash
Fell through my fingers like sand

Like an empire of dust
Blown away are the ghosts of lust
Blown to seed another field
Thrown out to birds the bone meal

Field of fish heads
Turning tail
Running through the burning hail
Stones are thrown, the first to cast
Will be the one who laughs the last

And crows count the merry pipers
Walking home on country roads
Reddening their apple vipers
For their wives to fill their calves

Spilling all the beans in saucers
Breaking bread with the cat
Whose nine tails like the vipers
Whip the cream until its flat

Down the road to elements
The natural gases heaven sent
But omnibuses carry on
As octopuses carry guns

And none stops a floating thief
As the moon rides the tide's relief