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  • Gazing at the stars

    Remember those who died
    fighting for that
    which was not theirs
    nor ever would or could.
    Weep for those distorted faces
    lost ambition and empty chairs.
    Then pray for those with more to lose
    in khaki clothes riding on the roundabout.
    Handsome faces in the fair-ground jostle
    candyfloss and rifle range
    coconuts, children in surprise
    laughing with their mothers;
    sweethearts slipping to the night
    gazing at the stars.

  • Bonfire

    Still again after the fire works
    children snug in bed,parents making love,
    embers in the parks and gardens
    languid sparks rising to the silent night
    homeless mouse and hedgehog......
    and those the lucky ones.........
    who saw the torches coming.

  • The Sentinel

    I heard the blackbird in alarm,
    saw him on the topary yew
    stretching neck and wings
    jerking tail, clock work automation
    in the summer garden,so quiet until now.
    staccato calls to all who listen
    defying,sentinel and un-afraid;
    so small and black, a golden beak
    your only means to fight,
    but enough defence it seems
    to scare away the cat,
    climbing the ivy wall,
    and nestlings safe again.

  • Comedy

    There was one thing about today
    from the start it was predictable
    well rehearsed as yesterday
    and many days before.
    Through trees and stiles
    passing from the meadow,
    the geese and cattle beside the lake
    ignored by Jack and ignoring him.
    This is a well tried comedy
    practised to a fault,
    walking in the rain or sun
    often on a Monday
    kicking through the winding track
    deep in blackening leaves,
    rooks restless in the cold east wind,
    blue tits in the holly,
    gloves and boots and home by dark
    as will be tomorrow.

  • The phone

    Bought a new phone
    a set of two
    a station on my desk
    you know the way.
    The other satelite ?
    where the hell to put it
    They took seven hours to charge
    three weeks to enter all my friends
    nearly sent it back
    but lost the packaging
    made today from corn starch
    degradable in three weeks!
    my mobile was only half the trouble.
    Now I wait for friends to call
    not a bell all day
    when it rang on Tuesday
    didn't recognise the tone
    they didn't leave a message
    IT could have been the gas
    BT or the 'lectric,
    someone selling glazing
    in dulcet erotic persuasions
    I fall for every time.
    Going for a walk in Wales this afternoon,
    inlaws tonight for supper,
    then home and one five seven one
    to make it all worthwhile.

  • Kira drawing the alphabet

    What did you do at school
    I asked.
    Drew the alphabet
    she said.
    watched her draw her name
    with greatest care
    in her drawing book;
    you must understand her style,
    she feels the world as once we did
    discards sophistication,
    before she even knew it.
    the "R" the wrong way round
    "K" laid on its back
    but all made sense,watching
    saw the world as she did;
    the drawings on the table
    signed in felt nib strokes
    reds and blues and why not!

  • Lost summer skies

    The birch leaves fell like tears,
    Autumn weeping for lost summer skies
    the balm of evenings lit 'til nine
    beer,dogs and childrens'laughter,
    climbing moorland trails
    paddles in sheep lined streams,
    curlew calls,hawk and bleating lambs.
    Songs of innocence centuries old.
    unscripted,rehearsed each dawn.
    Ghosts of summer days invade,
    crowd me round my little wood,
    guide me through the storm
    dry my tears with ecloplasmic veils,
    join with Autumn's mourning
    as she,soon forget
    remembering that tomorrow
    was but yesterday.

  • Halloween

    I smelled smoke in the evening air
    walked the way as every day
    birch leaves crisp and yellow
    pine greens and ginger larch.
    I stepped the ditch
    not trusting the simple bridge
    and saw the chimney smoking
    to the east from whence I came.
    Through the doorless doorway
    entered uninvited,never thought to ask.
    no door,not for many a year
    neither was there window frames.
    It was then I saw the candle flicker
    on the tree-trunk table,
    clay beaker steaming tea.
    I quickly turned to leave the hut
    felt I was not alone
    but a door slammed shut,
    never there before, I could not leave
    my dog nowhere to be seen.
    Again I turned, logs burning in the hearth
    orange flame and blackened kettle
    saw him sucking on a pipe,
    sitting in a Clun-back chair
    made from green-wood,bent by calloused hands,
    through the spider web of years,
    He did not speak; nor I.
    He seemed to know me,
    we had never met or so I thought
    The two who leaned the wall I knew
    from another time; lovers from the war
    I had intruded once before,
    caught them making love one late afternoon
    envied their delight.
    Had he all these years
    shared his home.....why not?
    I should leave but could not;
    the logs burning in the fire,
    were not consumed the candle grew no shorter.
    for one brief moment,the old man seemed alive
    the lovers warm and smiling,
    heavy coats held close,
    loved again,as once I saw.
    When had they met,these three?
    nowhere else to live; nowhere else to go.
    I was out of place their world was not of mine;
    they turned and stared, held out their hands,
    pleading or was it welcome?
    faded in the candle light;
    a door behind creaked open,
    the fresh cool woodland air welcome,
    my watch resumed its vigil,
    a village clock rang six,
    one last glance and they were gone,
    as was the chimney smoke.

  • The nest

    The nest in the hollow wall
    perfect in its symmetry;
    empty with success,its work well done
    siblings in the garden now
    tired parents anxious watch
    the cat and magpie and the rat,
    children of their own to feed,
    think no more of hunting robins
    than they of chasing worms.
    each day, just like our world
    well worth the fight.
    Chose with care the conflicts
    learn when to retreat and give in,
    there is yet another day
    learn from robin-red-breast
    chirping Christmas Day.

  • Claire de lune

    Claire de lune a tune for lovers,
    take your rhythm from Debussy,
    there is time to count the stars
    not yet full, the moon, discrete
    hides behind the clouds,
    many layers and yours to climb.
    Time is all you have.
    Time is all you need.
    Slow sweet, slow,waste not a moment,
    count them all, miss not one.
    Nine the summit of your dreams
    reach out,count them all,
    count them all together.

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