Society’s leashed tiger-ballerina,
Tense, coiled spring dragon of
Defence as attack,
In and out of cloud,
In and out of consciousness.
Do we keep her here
With our greedy, silent wishes
When she dreams –
Somewhere unseen – tucked away,
Below, behind the artefacts –
Tiny bulbs that shine forth beams
Of light brighter than small gods
Draw unexpected-shape shadows
All around me: exotic butterfly wings,
Torquemada’s masks, broken pagoda roofs,
Dragon claws; birth thoughts of faith
As they maze floor and walls
With failure portent and treasure promise:
Belittling, mocking, intimidating the observers.
Curried by gentle
High clouds, gold-fringed
Tailings of the mined-out
Dreams and wishes of
Gone-world gods and ghosts
Roll across the blue geometry: Continue reading
See what the wizard did?
Our fences are down!
When I think,
Think of the space I left behind,
Beneath those happy-stars,
Between those friendly-hills,
Before those deep-green, lover-eyes.
The place I left behind
North wolf-door belongs
To the Devil in songs;
The dark iron-tree
Born of dead-sky-sea
Fell through fire, slate
Thick boar-skull plate
And dragon-crest helm
Into the Albion magic realm.
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boots of salt and plow blades
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
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The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
Local History for Great Wyrley and Surrounding Areas
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
introspection & reflection, poetry & prose
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