The invisible spinners,
Eternally working the threads:
Our friend is leaving, on her way,
Is here, she’s gone …
Bringing new intensities
To mundane routines.
In explaining the familiar
We can be reminded of
It’s forgotten powers.
Tag Archives: familiar
For Stewart
I try watching my thoughts;
There are those that say it helps –
But memories,
Like eager, bright eyed squirrels
That leap, in happy dreams
(Where time has no relevance),
From who-knows-where
Commuter?
Through the fast-forward frames
That gentle-rock and carry me homewards
I see familiar – but not – evening shadows
Lying timelessly across harvest-clock fields;
Full leaf crowns of trees that served as masts,
Fuel, trusses, wheel spokes and spear shafts
Lean now on thick, dark hedges
Like off-duty, slightly drunk warders
At the sleepy near-home edges of my day.
A Witch-Clock Hour
A witch-clock hour,
A little more
Before dawnlight
Re-frames the pains.
I’m so, so alone
In the soul cave
Of a room with
A bed so achingly familiar
It’s confusingly strange.
Under the goblin-fluence
of dark-malice spirits
Thinking the world
Owes me an apology.
Familiar Perhaps?
Ferocious, combative and, as usual, uninvited
The Witch-Wind bustles into my
Pale world of blue, iron-flat skies.
She is familiar, perhaps, but unexpected: Continue reading
