The Church of Clocks

Restless are the

Seas and sands of time:

Tidespun and windworked

Lines of invested time.

Ever faster the full moon

leaps the mortal  fences.

I laugh now to think

How devoutly I avoided

Crossing the cathedral threshold

That leads to the Church of Clocks;

Ignored the insidious drip-tock-drop –

Thinking I was being somehow brave –

The doors that closed,

The ones we didn’t see.

Why did it take so long to realise

That our bodies are merely pins

Mercilessly nailing our want-away shadows

To the dry, stinking mud?

 

23/5/2013

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The Doctor.

I’ve slept since then –

More than once if truth be told – and

The picture’s changed,

The world moved on

In generation strides.

So much so that

This is a different story.

But yet …

But yet I cannot get over

What happened to the doctor – and

What happened to me

In all of the giddy-roundabout,

Switchback, switchblade years

He caringly tended  my family.

I know those adventure and apple days,

Cock-crow dawns and time-dam days

Are gone, gone, gone like small-candle smoke

In big-night, blue winds, but still,

Sometimes, it truly seems as if

He is still here,

Then is still now.

18/5/2013

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Sublime sunset pageantry,

Blood in the clouds,

Hymns and homecoming parades

Of swallow squadrons:

Wingover stories,

Over-waters glories.

There’s thunder in the near-distance –

But then, there always was –

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The incredible intelligences,

The wasted, glorious  braveries,

The ever-lamentable, always-terrible

Costs of wars.

BUNDES~1

 

 

16/5/2013

Normally Desperate

We small-moon freaks and

Too-many-times passed-over clowns

Can be savagely beautiful together,

Marching proudly down roads country

And those loud with lights,

To an unfamiliar beat:

While you struggle constantly to

Engage the electron-gypsy muse

Each day, normally desperate to

Be part of some never-ending story-dream;

Hiding from the obvious blinding fact

That nothing will need to remember this race

When we lose our way, lose our place.

13/5/2013

Temporarily Suspended

 

Just me, temporarily suspended

From family,

From friends.

Just me,

A one-eyed, limping razor billed gull

And a long-limbed chestnut foal

Watch the purple and silver sun

Rise like eastern-dream blossom

From ripple-free water.

None of us could see the stars –

They are extinguished by this

New god-candle –

But, between our heartbeats,

We could still hear

Their whispered prayers.

 

12/5/2013

A Hundred Ways, and More …

There’s a finely judged, difficult juggling balance –

Dreadful tension,

Joyful desperation,

Taste of tears and tide

Expectation’s edge of seat shivers –

In anticipation:

A thing of great value may be

Born of today and the past.

The past when I was a

Hundred ways, and more, different.

The place from which we ran together

Along the cowslip, wine and danger routes:

Each other’s silver-strand chains,

Constant, sometimes distant

Rock-mirror faces … then …

Now what?!

Well I’ll be damned …

The lightning strikes,

Long-waiting’s suddenly over;

Lights come on,

The hammer goes down and

Sniper rumour,  tiptoe doubt and

Evil jester’s sleight of hand

Are only  for the foolish sages

And the hesitant apes.

9/5/2013