Turning points The gold is still heavythick as oil paint on the fieldsand the air rustles with voices the dry corn husksa muttering oceanof summer ebbing and the warbler is singing againa conversation with himselfin the quiet before the cranes rattle the roof of the skywith their hooligan crieswinter on their tails Turning points The […]
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Sleeping dogs Sleep, that knits up all those loosened threadsand ragged cares, repairs the body’s declineand sets tired bones quiet, untroubled,becomes a joy the young hound never knew. He lies, racing in dreams those boundless fields,soft breathing, paws twitching,content to nose the sun on waking,walk sedately through the dry grass and remember other mad times,green […]
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Miss Prism There once was a girl named Prism Who wrote a big book on Conservatism. […] Read more …
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Hedge in autumn The hedge was dense and green through summer,and at the end hung with red and black,luscious gemmed and fluttering with wingswhen soft-voiced birds flit, feasting. And at the end, hung with red and black,the sumptuous banners of a forgotten king,blackberried and spiked, autumn builds its ramparts, luscious-gemmed and fluttering with wings.Turning vines […]
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Not a cadralor from the Oracle today. A short, sweet and to the point message. Listening for the echoes To stop this frantic race and soarwith the unthinking grace of a hawk,to run where the stream runs, unquestioning of the end,to board the ship, knowing there may be no return voyage, is a wish that […]
Continue ReadingAnother attempt at a cadralor for dverse. Looking at the other side 1.Chill, these October mornings,when jays and magpies squabble to warm their wings,and mist lies on the meadow.But the sun rises, even in autumn. 2.Your first day of school lasted for months, the same fearthat the day would never end, we had abandoned you […]
Continue ReadingJust a shout out for Green Ink. I’m pleased to have a poem in this anthology. I came across this magazine just a couple of days before the submissions window closed, but it looked like my kind of place. Here are the amazon links to the paperback edition if you’re tempted. The digital edition is […]
Continue ReadingIt’s cadralor time at dverse. I let the Oracle guide this one. It isn’t a good cadralor; the stanzas share too many similarities. Bird songs and cycles 1.After dusk, the world belongs to the green bird.The cycle of frost and cold that has us shivering beside the stovehas no hold on its sleek wings;it sings […]
Continue ReadingDirections Blue gold and green, not yet flameand the burning to ashes of the year. Sun sails still proud and fierce, but the arcIs falling into the arms of the trees. Louis ploughs the bit of field beyond the stream,turning over chocolate slabs of heavy clay, drawing furrows of steady tractor noisethrough the stillness, projecting […]
Continue ReadingRestless noise The nights are noisier,owls under the eaves,the shrill shrieks of a fightand the restless tides of the wind. The days are noisierwith jay and magpie squabble,and the piping of finchesfills the trees by the house. I wonder, do the wild thingsregret the summer tooand see in the thinning leavesthe failing of the sun? […]
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