Saturday 10 April 2010

Chameleon

Some archetype

disturbed my mammal eye.

An unmoving,

unblinking,

unlicking

stare

made me swear a dragon

could leap from

a wooden body

and scorch me raw;

eyebrows and hair.

Thursday 8 April 2010

Thursday ghazal

The day of Jesus washing feet’s today,

a day when everything’s replete today.


I’ve gobbled fruit and vegetables down

and made a last attack on meat today.


My stomach’s full, my teeth have done their work

so now’s a time that we could meet today.


Can we tell our truth in love and coldness

or fire up anger, lies and cheat today?


All circles start and finish on a rim

and round and round we could repeat today.


It’s warm in sunshine, colder in the dark

and air is shifted up by heat today.


A smoke ring turns, expands and spirals up;

a day when everything’s complete today.

Wednesday 7 April 2010

Good Friday in Spain

Together, we march like frail

wheat brushed by breath

on the day that Jesus fell

- the Friday of his death.


A procession sways for an hour,

a thousand people strong

and an empty cross with flowers

suggests that he has gone.


It’s obvious - but still that old shock

of death, a rising sob, an ache,

until a group of women gossip,

yak, distract my mind in a race;

closing up my heart as we step

to the rhythm of a funeral pace.

Tuesday 6 April 2010

Easter Saturday

My mates mean no harm

- they just lit a mock Judas

with fireworks and a petrol flame.

After all, we’re his enemies

so why not dance and kick ass,

enlightening all the darkness?


He sold the Big Man short

by dobbing Him in to the guards

so, when the fire dies,

we’re strong and hard enough

to torch this place

with a blaze of our own tough love.