AFTER LOVE MAKING


I came accross these swans after making love in DeBurghs wood. I could feel the magic. I took the photo and wrote the poem. All caputred in an instant. You have to do things as they happen or else, loke a floating cloud the magic is gone forever.


 

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AFTER LOVE MAKING

SWANS LIE BESIDE EACH OTHER

IN DEBURGHS WOOD

FILLED WITH CONTENTMENT AND LOVE.

I walk familiar ways


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I walk familiar ways

Every day is different

Maybe it’s a small branch tingling in the breeze

Deserted by a bird

Sometimes it’s a wave from a stranger

Or listening to my footfall breaking the silence

Or a child feeding the gulls

Intimate with their babble

Then watching the canal fire into disorder

As ducks and swans rush to the party

 

 

 

I walk familiar ways

Every day is different

Maybe it’s a small branch tingling in the breeze

Deserted by a bird

Sometimes it’s a wave from a stranger

Or listening to my footfall breaking the silence

Or a child feeding the gulls

Intimate with their babble

Then watching the canal fire into disorder

As ducks and swans rush to the party

BULLFINCH


This beautiful and most colourful finch has a nest at the Knox, beside the Canal. I was struck by his beauty and wrote this poem to celebrate


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I SAW A BULLFINCH TODAY

AN AWESOME BIRD WITH NOTHING TO SAY

BEAUTIFUL BIRD BUT HE CANNOT SING

EVAN WHEN EVERY BRANCH BURSTIS LIT WITH SPRING

HIS BEAUTY MADE ME FREEZE AT THE SPOT

AND SPEAK I DARE NOT

HIS MAGIC THREW A SPELL ON ME TO  STAND

I WAS LOOKING AT THE COLOURS OF GODS HAND

I met a man in the abbey graveyard


I met a man in the abbey graveyard

He brought me over to a place

Where he said women are buried

I told him this is not true

I brought him over to the other corner

And told him this is where the unbaptised

Were buried

I showed him the tiny wall

Between the baptised and the unbaptised

And told him that

That this was to ensure

God would make a mistake

Between the Dammed and the Saved