We Are …

We are the sleepers,

Found in winter-constant corners:

Three moons round

Deep in never-knowing dreams,

Those and dusty-corpse webs.

 

We are the always-buried hearts,

Recognising no Heaven:

Pulled towards our

Gravity-defined future.

 

We are the

Long-world travellers,

Settled in a motion home,

Feeding to move,

Moving to feed.

 

It’s spring where you are ?

Feel it, believe it!

Hold fast,

Hold faith:

We are

Coming.

 

23/4/2013

 

 

Cruel April

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Funny how green

Can bleed from red,

Life can sprout

From the frozen and the dead.

Cruel April is here,

Lamb-killer’s neighbour,

Freedom’s grim and tenacious

Marauder missionary;

Demanding faith, seed and labour:

Fees for continued redemption and

Resurrection-summer order.

20/4/2013

Water Gypsy

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Pirate-eyed,

Dragon-ruffed,

Lion-maned,

Pharaoh-masked:

I am water Gypsy –

Diver of the

Deep Truth Lakes.

You are welcome to walk

The margins of the seasons,

The borders between our souls.

But, if you think

To cross the divide

There will be fierce questions.

 

Photo source: www.bbc.co.uk

28/3/2013

Heron

I am heron,

Last of the lonely fisherfolk clan,

Wrestling breath and existence

At December-Edge Lake.

Needs must when

Winter-king rules;

So I will take

Frogs from frozen mud,

Cold-killed cadaver from bog ditch graves,

Maggots from fieldside muck-heap

And warmth from memory cells –

And shun your hypocrite charity.

My hopes and words I store

Between stare-down-the-Devil eyes,

Behind decision sharp weapon bill

Beneath my fog-toned feather cape.

They are mine, not yours,

Seek them not.

I seek no camouflage for

Past, ruthless savagery –

That stranded me here –

Fossil in all but fact –

Pale target for avaricious

Cowardly mobs of

Bright-urchin gulls.

Denying the truth

Destroys the soul

As sure as sin

And damages any future

I may hope to have.

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