Friday 22 January 2010

Morning

body

tired and aching

a cauldron stirred by heat

and vertical blood pours up, up

spirit.


Thursday 21 January 2010

Being Alive

We went to the cinema

but the film was a ghoul;

Andrew sighed when characters

sighed, even snored

concurrently. In other

scenes he rose to sit on knees

and lean - mischievous boy and bored.


At its core, a family outing

propped like dominos

with popcorn, cola, tea;

no balance in an un-intense

and pointless movie fantasy:

with no emotion moving,

no tension in its plotting.


Around us heads like nodding dogs

in long straight lines. Some people

tried to tunnel something

out of nothing in a stare.

Andrew looks around and smiles with

glee - shouting as we leave

“I loved it. Yes, I loved it”

Wednesday 20 January 2010

January

She’s a white queen with pretty feet of ice

on a year’s starting blocks, a cold killer,

consumpter, tragedy organizer


but she is also a clear and chique bride

who has scattered confetti on billions,

a new-child and a playful, gradual

enticer to light and daughter of wind,


howler and bellower in snowfull shapes,

bender of trees, isolator, thrasher,

tester of cowering blood-hot humans:


in awe of her strength we are forced inwards,

warmwards, to a log fire, hearth; each other.

Monday 18 January 2010

A Gift of Downs

What if you thought you could sing

and could not lie,

were into people, not things,

weren’t shy,

never thought of pounds, pence,

wind or rain,

sported T-shirt, baggy pants,

were strange and plain

but knew that hearts can grow

by real degrees,

yes, by a touch, a smile, although

not everyone sees.

Sunday 17 January 2010

Love

When love hurtles

faster than a train on a rail

my heart flutters

and an unmade soul

(behind its veil)

races out for a tumble.


But when this train’s derailed, stopped

by mind, deft

as a sparking brake applied

right, screaming left,

love stirs and, governed by a brain adept,

stays safe and locked inside her iron depot.