A short poem of personal reconciliation
A blackbird sang upon a wire
A song as old as time
Beneath him crept a callow youth
Bereft of thought or rhyme
With gun in hand the prize was near
No conscience lived to heed
Led by his new born rottenness
The hunter drew a bead
And with a crack the songster fell
His last notes echoed by
An aged witness boding close
Demanded “young man why?”
Of course there was no answer
Cold blooded was the plan
Oft looking back I curse the days
Before I was a man.
S.A.D. isn’t it?
EPITAPH OF THE LIGHT
I shall not weep by a shrouded moon
when winters veil is drawn,
nor vengeful sit neath bitter boughs
until the frozen dawn.
For I will take me to my bed
and dream the suns kind touch
for fear won’t take the dark away
that cloak I loathe so much.
And when I rise from sleeps safe bower
to greet the precious light
I’ll know that with each passing hour
short lived will be the night.
The other woman
The passing of the seasons is all things to all men.
Autumn softens the blow of goodbye, winter has few friends, and all hail the spring.
I liken the passing of summer as being deserted by a lover and though grievously hurt I understand why she has gone.
I have been wrapped in the arms of nature and scented her perfume, glorious in its complexity; her warmth has been to bathe in heaven her kiss the earth’s ransom.
On the night of the last full moon I said farewell and trod the silver footpath home amid the palms of shadow and blessed her creation, I would not dream of better and slept alone.
Eve’s one off …..
THE SEX TOURIST
A dark skinned baby scans the sky
Watching vapour trails pass by
A hungry belly aches again
A wilting crop waits for the rain
A dreamer sits in seat thirteen
Hoping that she was not seen
A dark skinned youth
Flicks through his pay
As rich sweet dreamer flies away.
Who prays and who doesn’t? THE REDUNDANT CHURCH
I sat in a redundant church abandoned near the sea
All around I saw decay it shouted out to me
Where is your soul where is desire what is your destiny.
At once a congregation thronged into that sacred place
A ghostly crowd from yesterday appeared before my face
They could not know my loneliness or contemplate a time
That hallowed house fell silent of their offerings sublime.
Did I see a congregation filing in that day
Or hear those blessed songs of praise a hundred years away
Had I felt that spectres touch a breath upon my skin
Did I smell that Sunday perfume as they gathered in.
Was I not a stranger sitting in their midst
Was I not in the rising dust that the sunlight kissed
Was I not a figment of a distant thinkers mind
As the centuries come between us was she thinking of my kind.
Will that temple last forever is it empty just today
Is a future congregation like a wave upon its way
Will tides that ebbed so long ago from Gods deserted shore
Return again go crashing in and fill that place once more.
Is the gnashing of teeth upon us …..
The scything Gnomon fells the hours
As stalks of time are cut
Then stacked upon the reapers rick
The days of men are put.
Such providence derived of this
To slake the winters ire
Is testament to husbandry
And testate of desire.
Those wasted hours of idleness
Like maggots eat the flesh
And rotten squandered days will breed
Of ill and want afresh.
When brow born sweat stings eye and soul
And prayers for mercy call
For peace from pain for help from God
The winter levels all.
So thus it is from birth till death
Choose who has done his best
His corpse will lie in hallowed soil
And with the idle rest.
MEMORIES OF A BETTER DAY
Dashing footsteps by the shore
Tiny footprints washed away
Treasured sea shells in a drawer
Are memories of a better day
Distant laughter on the breeze
Squeals of childish ecstasy
If all I ever know are these
Then God has done His best for me.
No crowds, no garish entertainment just the family and nature.
A WOLF AT THE HEARTH
What demons haunt the howling tune?
When hounds sing songs beneath the moon
What memories rise from depths within?
As mournful cries of yore begin
Who knows the spirit cast around?
That chills the blood with ancient sound.