AFTER LOVE MAKING

 

AFTER LOVE MAKING

SWANS LIE BESIDE EACH OTHER

IN DEBURGHS WOOD

FILLED WITH CONTENTMENT AND LOVE.

DEAD SWAN

 

There he is

Alone in the canal

Amongst the reeds

Swooning in the still

Almost alive

Ready for flight

Ready for life

But there is no getting ready

There is only a still

The silence

And the no tomorrow

Untitled

Kingfisher

I watched a kingfisher

Create a string of blue

Down the river

In DeBurghs wood

The bird rested at each crossing

Taking a breath at the waterfall

Before setting off

To hunt the little trout

Beauty to Beauty

A young girl

Sits by the canal

A swan passes

Winks at her

Beauty to Beauty

Untitled

Poems for Kate

Untitled

DELIVERIES

I AM AM FROZEN AT THIS SPOT

I am frozen at this spot
Watching death
Thinning the chaffinch
Silencing the aging wren
Terrorizing the weak
There is no mercy in these woods
No room for complacency

I raise my eyes

I raise my eyes

Walk through bent grass

Calm to a standstill

The oak silently nurturing the foetus

Breeze rapping the ringlets of the daffodil

No mind boggling equations

THAT I COULD WALK DOWN RUSTY WAYS

I had a revenue audit the day I wrote this poem and I went for a walk down the canal and I saw

This poem was written on the Jackie Bracken on the thther side with his dog. I was facing the Tax Man. He was facing the field with is phis dog and stick

That I could walk down rusty Ways
Talk to neighbors about my newest happenings
Fill my legs into rubber boots
An old cap and coat
Plough into field of weather grass
Raised a Pheasant
Caution the Hawk
Sink into the abundance of abandoned time

This is an example of a sitewide notice - you can change or remove this text in the Customizer under "Store Notice" Dismiss

Exit mobile version
%%footer%%