Preceding seafaring that was not to transpire

She takes to heart her ship That is upon their advice.   Before her and harbour, In good forecast she sets Friendship to the friend As the anchor of relationships.   Later she squints through time’s telescope: Fearful sad that lens. It magnifies other ways winds blow. — Visit my first volume here for aContinue reading “Preceding seafaring that was not to transpire”

An autumn evening in

There is exercise in the rooted words. Knead! Knead! Glance, the rooted words are closing in. About the even’ shift the sprouting pipes creak thin their heat – a flailing dance of conker-burst  – Knead! Knead! The Beautiful Life is different. — This poem is part of a current project to write two poems aContinue reading “An autumn evening in”

The Character Building

the Shard in tall majestic glints the architecture of its age success of Empire State and iconic like   afloat in grand isolation there is also an island set on a raft of mahogany loss   a wall hit and under constant repair encircles the floor about which nobody knows a floor matted with digestedContinue reading “The Character Building”

Autumn’s ripened harvest store

Black coats, black pavements, black umbrellas, the rain Nights black by 20:00. Achoos in the office. Splutters on the train. Time to switch on the heating and buy doughnuts in the morning. There has sprung the winter hunger and it will only grow — On the 19th September 1819, John Keats wrote this lilting odeContinue reading “Autumn’s ripened harvest store”

From a Stone

I have small veins that have been drawn in sinks of scalding water and vigorous smacking. Stopped at the upper arm and with a pumping fist, the supply is best tapped by the finest needle. It is sometimes easier to siphon off blood on Tuesdays for doctors’ records than write poems twice a week. —Continue reading “From a Stone”

Leo’s Entries

Dear diary, There is this woman married to a man, unhappily. That woman is not me. Then she meets dashing young man. He’s in the army and races horses. She even knows his mother socially. No, this man is not me. They share some acquaintances and family – the woman’s brother, his friend, a well-knownContinue reading “Leo’s Entries”

Screens

Today latticed with songs and compound triple time. Hung other times (such as late at night) with green-scaled dragons, golden bridges, tilted bonsai trunks. More often stretched across with traffic; the commuter’s weave of fumes and crush.   From a vantage point above the screen, ideally the viewing platform on the super moon, we mayContinue reading “Screens”

In Performance

as the Gothic Mermaid in Act II I siren from a fathomless sea The kelp forest undulates to pulse.   in Act II I am a Gothic Mermaid my sequined scales swish side-to-side I am suspended by a cable. — J. W. Waterhouse (1849 – 1917) submitted “A Mermaid” to the Royal Academy as hisContinue reading “In Performance”