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

IN TIMES OF WONDER


IN TIMES OF WONDER

      In times of wonder,

            I touch these senses,

            A witch’s brew

            That throws trinkets in,

            Then I watch the Pandora;

            This is a gift

            That transforms the harshness of life,

            When I grasp it,

            I know I have it,

            It quickly disappears,

            And I cannot find it,

            I do not tempt fate,

            Like most,

            My successes are tempered

            By my many failures.

BEAUTY THAT TOUCHES THE HEART


BEAUTY THAT TOUCHES THE HEART

            Beauty that touches heart

            Is remembered,

            Brief the spell of ecstasy,

            Swallow touches water

            Makes a ripple,

            Then all is calm again,

            Yesterday’s events are dim memory,

            But I remember chasing a frog

            Across the Nuns field.

truth is always in its infancy


When by itself

            Reason hunts its season

            Then turns to wandering

            There is no mask

            To hide a falsehood

            As steam relieves

            The kettle of its heart

            For truth

            Is always in its infancy