You Should Know …

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Two days ago –

Fierce and fast –

Blue electricity, drama and hazard

Climbed blink-blink fast

Down greased ladders between

Sky’s undeniable singularity and

Our different-degree backgrounds.

We rolled the friendship dice, folded paper,

Measured the paces of bishop and tower,

Sheltered under the proud, peaceful wings

Of history’s graceful war birds;

We laughed happily together at

The ice and fire we walked through …

And we did it with spirits high!

At the end of some games,

You should know,

It’s possible for everyone to win.

5/8/2013

Photo: wallzoa.com

That Wind.

World wide winds are stirring again,

About to blow the sun and

The full weight of history

Around my fragile pin again.

Fresh-caught fish for supper,

Pine cones for the fire,

Stones on a cairn

For the future.

That wind is

Getting stronger.

 

 

The Dreamtime Fire

From the warmstones that circle

The dying dreamtime fire

Rises a ghostdance drone.

Fast falling sun is a scalped skull

On a medicine horizon pyre.

 

This is the Eve of Retribution;

Tomahawk, drum and lance-chant zone –

Vendetta’s insistent dark-whisper tools,

Revenge’s twisted-logic shadow rules …

And … escalation echoes travel swift

Between dog-fox scout and

Sabre-blue troopers:

Each and every one:

Today’s-war fools.

 

20/3/2013

Further Away

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Their long,

Slim, flower-queue bodies

Jostled by late-fall flakes of

Light mid-day snow

Hazel catkins shiver,

Dance, nudge one another,

Seeming to enjoy the attention:

Slender-spire plumes of

Spring’s candle-fire.

Immediately beyond the small paned window

The fall is innocent, robbed of threat –

Simple, gentle, deceitful horizontal descent.

Further away, between the

Game-cover wood and the

Hedge cuttings brash pile

It more capricious,

Openly slanted and vicious.

While I’m asleep

Some things will happen,

Some things won’t.

10/3/2013

photo source: www.hollybank-woods.hampshire.org.uk

The Loki Throne

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A little bored,

A little angry

With the world

Aging February

Slinks into

The Loki Throne,

Fingers the runes

Carved in the walrus ivory arms,

Speaks the Words of Summoning

That draw forth

Ice-harsh winds

That whip and claw

The earth below.

Reactions of the mortals

Bring a grim, satisfied smileto

The corners of the cruel mouth.

February dons the Misrule Mask:

“Light you fires?”

He mocks in whisper-voice,

“To warm the bones

That you borrowed from clay?”

“To purify the ground?”

“To summon the Fisher-King?”

“Mark my words well

You Sons of Passing Time:

Does he listen for your call,

This tree nailed,

Twice drowned fool?

“For answer, cast your eyes to

Your stuttering fire:

I doubt it!”

 

22/2/2013

 

Rocks That Float

Huge time-passing rocks

That float, like clouds

In a sea of grains.

 

Friend of the sands,

Whose carpet is

Knowledge and fire

Following invisible corridors

Written in the stars –

By the winds of histories,

And faith.

 

Desert camp, Jordan, 16/10/2012

Children of the Fortress

Badwitch coming,

Burning down the skies,

On skirts of ragged green fire.

 

Badwitch coming,

Burning down the walls,

Carrying knowledge of

The dark gods deepest secrets;

Of the key that

Shouldn’t be turned.

 

We are children of the fortress,

Trembling, waiting;

Holding to the pebble truth:

It’s not what you take away,

But what you get to leave behind

That really, really counts.

 

20/9/2012