Distant Blows

Distant blows –

Source unknown –




Each replying to

Its own call;

Echo meeting shock.

Distant, rolling blows;

Definite, getting closer.

Survivors listen for the

Passing cracks,

Not knowing if

Construction is approaching

Or its alter ego: destruction

Is heading down the plot.

Unconcerned, the men

Digging trenches

Lean on shovels,

Knowing the soil

Will succour both …

And more.


Shall We?

Totally lacking confusion,

Simply and without fear,

A little rocky maybe,

But with good heart

With cheer;

Something almost recognised,

Slow diamond sunrise

On the edge of the new

In the territories of the heroes.

High-lord bright skies

Valuable echo’s reprise.

“Well, shall we do it …

Just one more time?”

“Of course, we must;

But as usual,

Not without change;

Not without a flourish.”

Dangerous Blues

Bright , pin-sharp cries

Of angel gulls,

Carrying on the winds of time;

Ghosts of past and

Spirits of future …

Echo …


These are the vulnerable blues;

I could have been so dangerous:

Back in the day.

Tides in the sky,

Clouds in the sea;

Which way is up?

Waves in the desert.

Half-way down April’s decision-river –

My darling-dancer’s coming home today –

But I won’t be there,

And I won’t be coming back.

Echo …

… Echo.

These are dangerous blues:

I am so vulnerable