Posted in Poetry, tagged "Poetry",, Love, Poems, Spain, Writers, Writing on May 3, 2013 | 17 Comments »
I went to sleep in the stranger’s bed
And woke needing to pee.
Not knowing where the light was
Nor wanting to wake her.
Well,
Wanting to wake her…but.
Through the curtains
Could see the stars
Sow stars
Sow that light across this universe
This brief moment of time
Across the darkness
Light my way
Be my light
Don’t let me stumble.
But she wakes
And as she watches my return
Know now
This means more to me
Than the light
Of our one lonely star.
Posted in Poetry, tagged "Poetry",, Bread, Childhood, Literature, Poems, Writing on April 22, 2013 | 7 Comments »
She’d a smile for the whole village
The whole village smiled back
Picked up and spun by the bread van
Set down by the door with a bread roll
To clutch in tiny fingered fist
Granny and breadman smiling
The neighbour asking for a bite of the bread
She knew to laugh at the joke
But gentle offered some all the same.
Gentle smiles of the toddling child.
All shoes and cardigan
Warm in wool
Warm in the village’s embrace.
Posted in Art, Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged "Poetry",, Dogs, Glaciation, Nature, Northern Ireland, Poems, Spain, Writing on March 25, 2013 | 8 Comments »
I
Dog (no 4)
Stopped and pointed
Well, its in him to do it
Dog (no 3) mabey still has city thoughts
Although he can tell there are smells new to us here
Deer or Wild Boar
This time I didn’t get to see to tell
But resting an elbow
Better to focus binoculars
Realised this tree too was heaving in the wind
II
This earth moves
This hill below bears witness
To the glaciers
It’s stones more rounded for having travelled further
Than those sharp shattered
Frost stopped angles
Those stones of Tyrella’s Drumlins
Try burying a dog there
(Nos 1 & 2) and you’ll heave up
Such smashed stone through its thin soil.
Up on top
We walk on.
Posted in Art, poetry, france, burkha, Spain, Writing, tagged "Poetry",, Nature, Poems, Spain, The Seasons, Winter, Writing on March 4, 2013 | 12 Comments »
Lace Petticoats
The trees run up
Over the hills here
Sweeping snow
With
The sullied lace petticoats
White
Of hoar breathing
Angels
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged "Poetry",, Blogs, Camping, Nature, Poems, Walking, Writing on December 26, 2012 | 6 Comments »
‘A bag with a zip but no baffle
Will be colder than a bag with a zip baffle’.
Well that’s me anyway
Always well baffled
Creaking up the stairs
Now bumping into the furniture
Walking into the corner,
The Sharp pointy bit of of a day
Not quite sure where things were left.
To seize on to, to catch
To hold on not to let go
Never worked
The draughts still got in
Twisting and turning in the bag
Caught up in lining
Too warm too cold
A quality bag will have no zip so no need of bafflement.
Cozy too.
Hell yeah, Always well baffled
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged "Poetry",, Cherries, Fruit, Happiness, Nature, Poems, Summer, Trees, Writing on December 15, 2012 | 15 Comments »
Bend down the ripe cherries to me
Bend me the bough
Red dining of cherries
Swift summers ripening
Chin and mouth
Spilling juice
Sweet sucking of stones
Bend to me the cherries
Bend me the bough.
