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Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Belshazzar’s Feast

 
I set a place of forgetting at the table.
It was only after the meal that I remembered,
And then it was too late . . .

Published in Love's First Look, poems by SC Fordham (2010)

Poppy


Grown in such inhospitable ground
Petals of pity trembling in battle’s breeze
Pity for all that’s lost, for all in the grip of blind force
Pity for every soul torn, for the weight of unrelenting remorse
Distressed soil of forgotten fields your home

The earth weeping the blood in which your seed is sown
Pick the poppy, make its death your own
Wear it close to your heart, walk on
But do not look for peace
It is the shoes on your feet

Published in The Cool of the Day, poems by SC Fordham (2009)

Monday, 10 November 2014

love is setting


Love is setting like the sun
So soon to disappear into the unseen real
To sleep, to dream of requite in the deep heart of an earth
That does not feel loss
That does not know longing
That does not hold life
In Truth
How long will the night to come last?
How long will this last light remain?
Time filters what strength is left through ancient fingers 
Whilst the world waits
Watches and waits for the first flickering rays of hope

Friday, 7 November 2014

Forgetfulness


The war goes on
One long battle from fall to fallen to now
It has not stopped
The delusion of progress has not yet halted us on our march
Has not yet unveiled her lying eyes
We see through them believing the next battle won will be the last
But it is not
Each fight contains the seeds of the next sown
True remembrance flown 

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Thursday, 21 August 2014

Extreme

As brutality deepens with each night
And we turn away
Celebrity shines a light in our faces
So we do not have to contemplate
The utterly unimaginable

Many more are carried away by evil today than yesterday
Extinguished in ways unspeakable
Forcing yet more to live on the borders of pain and insanity

A wounded heart only a wounded God can heal.



Tuesday, 19 August 2014

Raiment of stars

The landscape has opened up in me
Causing me to see a light
Like a full moon casting
A path of silver
Inviting us to shed yesterday
And put on tomorrow

But Sorrow stays so close
By the side of the silver path whispering
"Stay where you know, my dears, don't go"
As the wind blows gentle and strong
And the stars come out to play
To sprinkle their dust on our shadows

Ah, how late it is, how late, my love
To step into this light
But there is a lot at stake
Hurry [we have come so far!]
Let us exchange our dark robes
For a raiment of stars




Tuesday, 8 July 2014

elemental

fire burns to ashes
wind blows the dust
air stirs the treetops
dryness weeps for water
life passes on

sorrow and joyfulness swing together
upon tomorrow's losses