27 – Sculptures
Sculptures.The now world, the new world,Assigns a commercial possibilityTo each anniversary,And not the precious metals of loveForged in the flames of time. The wood creaks under the passing of it…. Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
today we celebrate
today we celebratean accident of birththe discrimination of wealtha country that feeds its royals but not its needya distorted image of love with an agendathe gulf between the great unwashedand… Continue Reading
A L’Inconnue 2018
In Avignon,August 1987,With money borrowed from my Arabian ex-girlfriend,I feasted on croissants, black coffee, and GauloisesSans filtreAt 7 a.m.In the sunlight alone and warm,And wished for a single currency. We… Continue Reading
across country
fens flatboots dark parchmenttrees straight and vagueamid a massacre of uprooted siblingsopen fieldstiny horsesshrubland soil dunestilled and tiltedwild hair under his russian hatsudden sunparched sand unrestedfaded haystacks mouldypylon robots stalkinglonely… Continue Reading
For Stephen Hawking
Despite what you said you believed, A mind like yours cannot just go out like a light, Cannot be switched off like a machine, Nor disappear into the nothing.The dark is… Continue Reading
THEORY
What is the proof of love,If there is proof,And not just blind faithOr shape? Is it the curved mouth Or the lack of attentionOr the inadequate wordsBefore and after the… Continue Reading
February
The blackbird belly-breathes in the hedge,Thicket awash with the rain and broken branchesThe storm left behindOf its clouds and whitewash. It watches the plume of its breath escape,Claws at it with… Continue Reading
Immortality (inspired by Derek Walcott)
I am thankful that words are immortal,That we leave something behind when we go,Some things our people can touch and read and understand. I am thankful for the too many words… Continue Reading
Fairytales
When I was young, I always had this visionOf me, in my old age, sitting in a cottage garden,At a rickety wooden table, wife and children by my side,And dogs… Continue Reading
4D
I thought second time round would be easier. I was wrong. It’s like having a part of me ripped away With nothing to replace it. It’s only temporary, of… Continue Reading