The Time to Choose

The

Time to choose,

Tiger Lily,

Is nearly here:

The sweet

Or the dark?

The demons that seemed

So glamorous earlier

Will have their pound of sin;

The words that sounded

Once delightful

Have their hooks in you.

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Strapped

Strapped …

And delightfully suspended

In a seat inside

The somehow-gravity belly

Of and east-bound

Iron angel.

Far, far below the

Blue-highway we travel

 The yellow earth is

Devouring itself again.

Am I safe?

Is any of us?

 

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In The Small

dragonfly

With savage shell-bone pride

Members of the dragonfly tribe

Carry a beautiful storm miracle

Below their flexible armour cages;

And aerobat on flicker-shine wings

That flatten the earths corners,

Bend the skies straightways up,

Fasten the sun in time and place.

Recognise the magic, please,

In the small hum-drum things;

Catch some contentment from the

Small, pleasant pulses of joy.

 

 

Photo: courtesy of www.bendigocc.blogspot.com

30/8/2013

To The Dust

He’s head-down, hanging on to the last loyal gasps

Of his grim-boned, stretch-necked mare,

Tired from the flight,

After the last fight.

Passed the two hundred notches mark;

Rifle responsibility heavy on aching

Rein wrenched shoulders.

It’s not going to last much longer –

It can’t –

Surprised he got this outlaw-far.

The road goes ever on, that’s for legend-sure,

Just no guarantee who’ll be on it

Or which way the wind’ll blow;

Though he realises that only now,

Too damned late, but with a wry smile.

The blues, the reds,

The lines and the grey …

How had he managed to

Evade them for so long?

The horse stumbles, blood

Flecks from flared nostrils

Splash to the dust.

It’ll stop hurting

When the pain has gone.

4/3/2013