Monday, 26 September 2011

Big Top


Green - ten meters tall;
a Big Top inflates with breath
filling sacred space.

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Story


A book’s a book,
where angels
tiptoe in between
twenty six letters
(already corrected)
laughing aloud at fixation.

After all the indignity
of editing by editors,
an inject squirts
a story out of no thing

and angels from a soulful place
dance – here and there – out among
the twenty six, flowing a
Technicolor  dream.

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Catch


He does this thing, Andrew,
- statistically different from me and you.
Shouting! Not to make you jump
- but simply for exuberance.

He looks you in the eye, expressing
excitement for any flash
of theatre, a piece of toast, a ray of sun.

Like, always it’s a Xmas or birth day
present moment
and, every time, a bead
of juice leaps from his heart
- into yours.

But only if you’re thirsty
and ready to catch.

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Bathos


Today every habit will be cured,
every cliché – cut – to the quick.

Getting dressed,
I put my foot down,

pull my socks up;
put the boot in.

Wide awake a while,
I feed my folly, smile.

Friday, 16 September 2011

Being a Child

Darker, father, faster:
later pater? parcels now are
sweeter (beater) better now
than happy ever after:

softer, laughter longer,
more, not sore and soothing.
Louder, proud and precious;
fuller – dull – disaster:

error, mother, moths fly
to light and flitter frisky,
out of winter’s weather
onto moon of me, now.

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Hope


When the sky turns Lakeland slate,
there’s nothing left to do but wait
for ominousness – maybe brightness –
on its way to bless.

 Trees are waving and a gap is near.

Turn to the sky and ache
for a far, far mountain
and long for affectation,
real hope.

Trees are waving and a gap is near.

When you glimpse its snowy top
your heart will leap
like hares – for real work
to start today – to begin – to do.

Monday, 12 September 2011

Hat

Andrew wears a hat
theory disappears
and he becomes expressive, happy.

Hard to get at – how a hat
- can do that.

Like an uncovered head
leaks a brain or mind or thought
but, covered up,

expresses more clearly
who we really are.