Category: My Poetry
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Full Circle
So many blank stares, Eyes focused somewhere far away Dwelling perhaps on other thoughts Of another time, of other loves. Living other dreams, Sailing other seas. Their skin so thin and brittle Mottled and wrinkled Transparent as rice paper And just as fragile. Their eyes are rheumy Lost in faded images Their backs are bent.…
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Foreshadowing
Foreshadowing “ To sleep, perchance to dream “ Do dreams foretell? Are they harbingers of things That hover ever nearer Like vultures circling, descending Ever closer to roost and feast On decaying flesh and bone? Make ready the winding sheet. Prepare my tomb, my solemn bier, Rehearse the psalms, Tune the pipes, shake off the…
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Talk To Me
Talk To Me Speak words that will make me listen And attend to what you say. I know you have a message of some import. I see it behind your eyes, In the quiver of your lips It dances on the air like swallows on a wire, Like the electric taste of lightening Announcing a…
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Just a Thought
Just a Thought It was there just a heart-beat ago, Dancing on the tip of my tongue. And it was good, so very, very good Good enough to shake the literary world Sit up and take notice, Make it stand it on its stodgy old head And sing praises to my wit. It came to…
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Canongate Kirkyard
Canongate Kirkyard A mist-like shawl embraces the earth Weaving through jagged broken teeth Of age-worn stones, A blanket for the souls beneath. The sacred and profane Lie side-by-side Now in silent harmony All quarrels, all feuds and all desires Now laid to rest. Walking slowly up the stoney path Glancing left and right To note…
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Silks
Silks Nimble fingers push and pull The coloured threads Through woven squares Of precious finespun silk Creating memories and mementos For lonely khaki-coloured strangers Both feared and welcomed Before their dying. For a few francs or guilders And the smile of a pretty face, A card adorned with flags and bunting In patriotic Red, White…
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Maddy
Maddy Prior A voice she plays as an instrument Sliding over the frets, Pulling them, stretching the strings. The words don’t matter. It’s that voice from a medieval village fair, Rising above the noise and chatter Of the market that beckons. “Come, buy my wares, Fresh produce from tree and garden. Chickens live or plucked…
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I Hear Them
I Hear Them Faint voices calling from other shores In voices thick with heath and heather, They beckon those whose roots first grew In a land that didn’t want them. A land of mostly barren stone Amidst a turbulent sea of strife, Generations still called it home. In fierce determination to make it so. They…
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Not A Task For Old Men
Not A Task For Old Men.Too late. Too Quick. No More. Had I only known. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.Left with the mistaken belief thatI may approach their skill,I pick up the beast,Throw the drones over my shoulder,Reach for the chanter and try to followIn their footsteps.Too late. Too late. Only the young…
Palimpsest 