orion’s belt
holy orion’s beltthe ancients’ wind chimesuspended to illuminate their skydrags its buckleacross late eveninga million years ago slow light to travelbears down on dawn’s red eyebefore night ends miles between… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
holy orion’s beltthe ancients’ wind chimesuspended to illuminate their skydrags its buckleacross late eveninga million years ago slow light to travelbears down on dawn’s red eyebefore night ends miles between… Continue Reading
Time to set aside the thoughts of greatness,To cast away the dreams of acclaim, wisdom,And knowledge, to let the mundane take meAway from the open skies, and tie me downIn… Continue Reading
Bed-time.I stroke my children’s backs, arms, legsto help them sleep, in multiplesof onehundredandtwentyfive,each multiple to be completeeven if they’ve fallen asleep while I count. I’ve always done this,don’t know why,since… Continue Reading
I’ve locked myself away now.Finally.Being on the outside was too much to bear.All the wind and noise,All the confusion of living,Of loving and being loved. That’s over.The pain is ended.The… Continue Reading
because verses bound and wrappedon a page of many colourssing new voices because one wordis better than thousands because reading beats hearingwhen the letters maketheir own meaning because small words… Continue Reading
Rain, outside, leaksin, with the wind,grey, too much alive,while we rememberthe dead. Sudden light, a holein the sky, exploded,restless cloud, toomuch brightness fortoday. Nothing new, inthe cold, all oldand trapped… Continue Reading
What shall we do as we grow older?Cantankerous – and son;Cantankerous – and father?Shall we laugh together again? Love is always muted between father and son,By the smallest things,The most… Continue Reading
For You Look, I have a rockIn the palm of my hand.I carved it for you. Look, its shape is not usual,Nor its colour one we have grownUsed to, in… Continue Reading
Today Tomorrow is a wall we cannot climb,A field we cannot cross until today.Time is a hiding beast,Beyond us before we know,And gone. We watch days and waste them,Pick hours… Continue Reading
James Grigg died in action in Afghanistan on 16th March 2010. He played cricket with me, and was a good friend to me, and to many others in Stradbroke Cricket… Continue Reading