Nobody Can (NaPoWriMo day 19)

The Well of Wandering Companies,

The Towers of Silence,

The Four Daughters

(Virgins perhaps?)

The Way of the Guns,

the Djinn of Two Masters.

Inevitably, to our shame,

It is both sad

And terrible that,

Even if they wish to –

Nobody can hide forever

These days.

A Marvellous Impression: NaPoWriMo (Day 18)

Imagine:

Me –

Away from the crowd –

In comfortable, bar-stool

Bubble.

Secret eyes

Are on the green table.

The barmaid,

Doing a marvellous impression:

Of somebody who is not bored,

Is not tired, hasn’t

Seen it all before.

Music runs from history,

Positives and negatives

Wrestle over the

Wrong-shaped ball.

I may have  had it all,

Along the way …

Now I don’t …

And none of it matters.

Home ?

Moon-cooled rivers of

Small sharp stone memories

Zig and zag slowly, catching

Every now and then,

Between low-slung

Dark-sky purpled cliffs.

I have walked, sat

Thought, wept and wished

Wondered in this glorious after-space

Oh-so many, many times.

But, in reality, been there once:

The Siq, the candles,

The perfume of the

Single star-dust sundown

When the desert’s quiet carnival

Unfolded gently and

Graciously welcomed me

Home.

Image result for the siq

 

 

Express? NaPoWriMo: Day 13

There it is,

Ticking, temporarily settled;

Longer than the platform.

Beckoning, sighing, impatient

To be flying the rails again:

Locomotive to the right,

Atop the bridge:

The home of the power,

The place all motion begins

(The capital, driving, letter

In a back-to-front sentence).

The coaches line up,

And there is the calaboose.

Me? I am reflected in

Carriage windows;

Surprised because

I was beginning to think

I’d missed all of these chances,

Journeys, risks…

.. and reflections work two ways,

So, as she steams onwards, outwards,

Am I on the seat, leaving,

Looking at the platform?

Or on the platform,

Left behind, doubting

Again?

… in Equal Parts

For –

After all –

You do know me.

I am Helen;

Shade, in equal parts

Of your faithful wife,

Glamorous mistress,

Daughter, mother;

Your nameless, shameless

Guilt-free, no-number

Fantasy fuck.

I am Helen,

This is night;

Tomorrow the

Horse and I

Will be gone …

But you ?

You will never forget.

Image result for the trojan horse

The One We Left Behind

 

Against the odds,

Despite the gods

Weary Xenophon has a chance

To lead his tired warriors

Back to sea-offered sanctuary.

But the course will never be his to choose:

Across rough territories lorded by

The worst of the worst;

There will be no rest from strife –

And, as we already know the return journey

Is never the same as the one that got us here …

And the beach may not be

The one we left behind.

Image result for warriors film

 

I May Be Crazy …

I may be crazy,

Perhaps you can tell;

I have left adoring doe eyes

And burning stages

Behind me.

 

I may be crazy,

Perhaps you know;

Trying to marry the barley winds

And match horizon’s pace.

 

I may be crazy,

Perhaps you can see;

Hoping to sugar my tea

And change the world

Before bed-time.

 

I may be crazy;

I’m sure it’s true:

But I just want to

Believe in unicorns and 

Have to ask:

Why don’t you?