Category: Uncategorized

another poem, this one written in Preston park yesterday, whilst waiting for a friend
haven’t really finished it yet… but thats often the way with poems written in Rose gardens
……………………

Some day I shall live aloft, in a tree house, plonked in the heart of a Rose garden

At Night, to stir the swirl of perfume, pierced by the distant light from the mineral stars, else beguiled, engulfed by the charms of a lullabye moon

Damask, Scarlet, Lemon
Soft petals, whorled and spiralled with a whispered mystery

At Dawn, to read the augury in the patterns of the flight of birds
as they weave and braid the sky

Damask, Scarlet, Lemon
Soft petals, whorled and spiralled with a whispered mystery

At Midday, within the dappled shade, beneath the vaulted spreading arms of the tree
to set out the solemn heft of chess pieces, formal on the board,
to hold the crystal patterns in the mind
to nod at passers by, with eyes which no longer seek to question
yet with kindness, look to prompt an answer

Damask, Scarlet, Lemon
Soft petals, whorled and spiralled with a whispered mystery

At violet Sunset, as the weight of light dwindles from the sky
I shall recline, head resting on one arm, like the golden buddha
then to roll aside from life, as though from a dream
so dense the stench, that as the world falls away in gossamer tatters,
I shall be borne aloft, by the succulence of their perfume
as though by the gentle plump pressing of ample hands

awww such a beautiful song!!! everytime i hear it, i put it on 3 times in a row.. at least
an extravaganza, almost schmaltz, but! SMOOCH. it is as perfect in the early morning as last thing at night
for all the sadness, for all that we feel has been lost
well, it is good to be reminded of the force of love that is always, forever beside us in the world x

for mel

first (late!) sea swim of the year yesterday, words from last night… every year i write completely anew almost the same phrases, palimpset, a traditional ballard, soothe reassuring, och aye mcgonagallesque!
oh and pic is rather good, not mine, somebody talented with a big camera
……………..

Take Courage!
First the kerfuffle with the towell, the half hearted dance of concealment
the rigamarole, the wiggle and shimmy into trunks
a hobble across the ouch eek stones, pigeons and plovers eggs, my reluctance real not feigned, there to dip a toe into the briney blue! summertime… oh summertime
wade, then push on through, the flimsy barricade of what? sea grot! a shroud of watered down porridge, which clings close to the shore
a lone plastic bag looms on the swell, parody of a jellyfish
inch inwards, no sudden spasm, rather, slowly immersed beneath the stealth of numbness
a pool of cold lapping cruelly at yer goolies… ha, well, if joyce can have the ‘scrotum tightening sea’
…and then … and then… gung ho geronimo!
to lurch forwards, flung beneath the surface, an ecstasy of splashing, a few frenzied dolphin kicks
down, to grasp a stone from the bottom, Sea Ruby
emerge spluttering, gasp grab at the first lungful of greedy air
aaah
not so bad … not so bad…
caul of water, birth, baptism, emergence
i am seal, sleek slicked hair, blubbersome and bewhiskered, stories, like tears, within my soft mournful selkie eyes
thought, thankfully, ha, dwindles beneath this mere torrent of being alive
the cold, the salt, there is a contraction to form, saturnine, ridgity, definition
pared down to this sadness, sadness? at what? still.. it loiters
i flip over onto my back, a bloated resting, meniscous, buoyed up, the boundary of being within, being of water

White Cliffs
Blue Sea Beneath
Blue Sky Above

stranded here… in the forever

…kerplonk splosh, reverie interruptus, i loook to the shore, my son, floundering pleasantly in the shallows
big grin, hoik lobbing pebble followed by pebble in my direction. bless

i found my thrills on blueberry hill

Richard Basgallop lip up fatty! yes i know that was fats domingo not waller… but i’m sure your all immensely glad that i have at least found my thrills! x

Richard Basgallop err… placido domingo! fats domino! blubbering eck!

Richard Basgallop ?…. and.. as i’m commenting on my own posts (again!)… what sort of a name is placido domingo anyway?! mr sleepy sunday?!

sumptous pong of lilacs, piddinghoe midst the persistent drizzle, admiring the sinous curves of the incinerator, launched across the river, my! just like the ark, all the time with good cheer ‘…and i won’t forget to put Roses on your grave’

oh! i’d presumed this was an original, but looks like its the stones, but their version is an upbeat stomp, lacks the maudling yearn… but hey ho, some might like to see them in their pomp!

http://youtu.be/fTjni_t3MgY

Kalbelia! or however you spell it… loca limbo! … house to tidy, hound to walk .. but what a gorgeous sunshine day

 

a trudge, with trusty dog, up the hillside, thru the ruddy, stodgy devon mud
beneath the discerning stare of brute huge, swag bellied cows,
quietly about their lumbersome bother, some glower… with menaces
the clod and the pebble… thought babbles schoolboy blake.. ha, gravity is a myth, like the earth sucks
into the woods, the grey skies coax the clamour of colour: from bluebells, from campions,
sets free the vibrant, myriad hue of green, all is mottled, daubed, expansive
the euphoric flourish of each and every leaf, oh beautiful floozy spring!
a patina of birdsong.. ‘tell all secrets, tell all secrets’
just for a moment, i put aside these burdensome words, one step further, free from thought, to fumble on, into the joyful breath of the world, which tumbling, burgeoning, always is and forever thus

what point to prod at that which is beautiful? just to break what i do not understand… for it is not with the muffled thoughts which knock in the head… nor even the lithe sparkle, the mountain torrent that spouts from the tongue… rather it is with the dumb warmth, cocooned within the heart. love