Poetry

Thursday 17 March 2016

This too will pass

This too will pass
The rose that climbs upon the wall
The primrose blossom all
The Snowdrops and the Hawthorn’s flower
As in the wee small hour
This too will pass

The road that’s cracked and torn asunder
The memories of regret or blunder
And time as light that trips in power
Flickers brief as candlesticks in the midnight hour
This too will pass

The Spring whose surprises do unfold
The stranger waits on a platform cold
The meeting of two friends by chance
Or the sharing of a final dance
This too will pass

All the songs of love and man
All the law broken, held or still in plan
Every thought, or deed or act
Each right or wrong, promise or contract
This too will pass

And so you say you love the season
Spring’s festoon April’s foolish reason
You say the day you prefer to night
What’s bright and gay over what’s out of sight
This too will pass

Be not surprised that all is folly
That the wheel turn’s rain requires your brolly
Nor that woman and man curse and hurt
In Tavern’s the same doomed play rehearsed
This too will pass

I see the writing on the wall
The blood that’s in the mouth of a fool
An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth
What lies are told through Vanity
Or in Humility what Truth
 This too will pass

The Starlings murmur in the sky
The Cloth is starched, cast is the dye
The Spindle turns driven by the wheel
Desire burns but its just the way we feel
This too will pass

I have no possessions, though once I had Gold
Like a King, I would buy a thing; even a soul could be sold
Wisdom is worth more than any belonging
Sadness makes the heart larger, than for any true or false longing

This too will pass

Saturday 20 February 2016

Alder Tree

Alder Tree

Alder snakebite bark
Almost adder in colour
Almost has a bark worse than its bite
As a Dog, loyal to the damp wet lands
As a watch dog waiting in water for his master’s return

Almost ‘Alter’ another a changed tree
Made different by a root’s width geometry
Haltered stopped in its snake tracks
Through the river in the swamp
Just like a traveller chosen to stand and stare up

More upward and proper than the wayward willow
More symmetrical like a spiral
Or a cart wheel a Mandala blowing free
Generous with its fruit, and looking brown

And warm with its little lanterns of nut-cones hanging down

Pruner -Somerset Skyline

Somerset Skyline
The look of Apple trees in Winter
Their Spiny fingers
Bud knuckles
Ladders of nearly buds grapple
The cold sky like hooks
Whose black blue bruise
Of storm clouds roll in on the horizon
And they claw at it
Apple trees are thought of so innocently, happily
But Apples were in the Garden of Eden
The knowledge of Good and Evil
The Fruit that gives this knowledge
As alive and promiscuous as anything
World changers
And when I prune them
Am I cutting back the tree of knowledge
Hurting the chances of this bursting secret?
Its branches never fall freely they grapple
Unlike the apple
The limbs of thought like ideas in a brain
Interweave, hook and thread on new neurons
The old memories are cut away
To make room for new
The buds are nodes the chance of new connections
In an infinity of chemical reactions of the air and the tissue
Material of earth is sculpted by the brain tree into its new thought
Its atmosphere of the moment

The pattern of their branch shadows
And the crinkle of their oval leaves underfoot
The pages their ideas are written on
Lying open to the sky
And the precious fruit

Inviting you to try

The Battle of Ham Wall, or alternative places

Ham wall was an ancient pig battlefield. For years wild hogs had crossed tusks on this flat leafless plain. They fought over the one enormous oak that provided acorns for the winning tribe of pigs.
            However, after the great battle of Catcott moor one side, the Curly Whirlies, lost and retreated down onto this more easterly plot. Upon doing this they discovered the Oak tree and so in order to defend this they built an enormously long security wall of peat. Because the wild hogs guarded it through little windows at certain points it then became known as Ham wall.

            The Victorious tribe of Halalumi then made their offensive, because scratching around for bare bones had gone on long enough, they needed and wanted acorns. King Hal ordered the Ham wall that had now dried out over some years, to be torched. The dry summer of the arson and the surprise nature of the attack left the Curly Whirlies frying like bacon and unfortunately crackling too. All that remained was a scar of ashen ground, tusks and pork chops lying hither and tither. The odour of cooked pork and burnt offerings was not to leave the marsh for fifty years. 

Earthworms and DVDs

Earth Worms and DVDs
Two things I do not seem to see
These days
Though like the night you know they’re
Out there somewhere moving
Playing
Re-running the same old pattern
This mineral in that garden
In one end and out the other
You wouldn’t think it had a mother
Earth worms and the film trade
So much garbage regurgitated
Swallowed up remade
Repackaged the resold for re-use
They are the ultimate composters
Recycling what others abuse
Pre-womble dawn, before Nature
Grew a big ‘N’ in the national conscience
Earthworms were living it large
Nobody bothered them down on the farm

Nobody said oh look how good
I want a new one I’ll write a new book
In two years it will be turned into a film
And somebody will be unwrapping the cling film
Then loading it back into the Dvd player
Like their sandwiches they consume
While they act out the worm slayer
And dig in the garden of forgotten stories
And dredge up some rot
From the compost tub of past glories
Left over food beginning to mould
Pass it over here its one that hasn’t been told
Give it to the worms I know they’ll eat it
Any old crap used tins of sardines
A packet of biscuits
Just leave it out and the birds will have it
Well no actually! We’re not all worms
We have feelings when we’re trodden on
We squirm
Don’t throw us your never ending supply of sap
Else you might find these Earthworms
Decide to fight back
You might find your beds infested with snails
Which we have corralled
With our elegant telescopic tails
You may find your bath tubs filled up with pond weed
Your Pumpkin seed bread already gone to seed
But worst of all when you’re relaxing at night
You’ll find yourself strapped to your armchair unable to fight
And the one diet you’ll know
Yet you’ll know it ain’t right
Will be to watch your own DVDs
On a loop repeat like in flight

This is what you’ve given us
This diet of earth worms
Learn to read a new book why don’t you
So that your script words
Are not food for worms
The spit of birds

Who desert you

Thursday 24 December 2015

Puffins

Puffins on Sanday
The gulls are gliding
The cormorants plunge
The sea is sliding
And squeezing the sponge
The rocks are like cakes
Absorb and crumble
Soak and bake
In the shores rumble
The cliffs of morn
Are wild and free
With the whiffs of a storm
And the breath of the sea

And the puffins dangle
Ship-worn and mangle
Where the white veins bleed
Unearned sworn in profile
Against the gathering cloud’s mobile

They swarm like bees
Agile turgid, tight of body
Like the fish they eat
Rainbow biters
Crunching the colours of the silver scales

Wednesday 23 December 2015

Heathland

In the supine truth of his mercy
In the lauded king of the earth
The sallow willow wallows
Down in the mouth
The peat mounds sting in the rain
And damp bark shines black against itself
Sordid sinews of brambles
Conspire to bring
The snakes from beneath the beaten panel
And cowering low the bindweed winds
Soundless to the Sires’ minds
Of the headless hawks
And scruffy crows
Which spread across the old rail road
And chainless seas
Which toss and turn
Far beyond the chalice stone
To comb the pond
And pound the bone
Of dead saints as of badgers
Their scent of flowers pearling crust
In the hallowed graveyard’s dust
And they cheered in transient sun rays trust
That call them to their meaning
And far beyond gravels cliff
That gives rise to the ghostly mist
A fern is praised
As a dew lipped kiss
And candle light draws another Eden