Friday, 20 May 2011

'the essence of human existence consists in human interiority' *

the thread
is pulled
so tight
I must go
to find
the light

The Gallery

The Gallery housed ideas
Empty frames
Blurred photos
And some degree of cleverness

Fiction circled
The deep of heart
Of darkness
And pretended
It wasn’t there

And there you were
Reaching from the surface
To the depths
And there was nothing
In this art
That would take you there

Nothing to show you
The transcendent centre
Of your self
Or the Light
Twinkling throughout  the heavens
Dancing upon your soul

Compline *

The bending
The bowing
The beholding

Words wind their way

And now to sleep
In the soft-folded arms
Of silence

And now to rest 

* The English word Compline is derived from the Latin completorium, as Compline is the completion of the working day.

Wednesday, 18 May 2011



How the wind blows bending strong branches
Making a howl and birds to move – tiny creatures shaken from their perches to ride currents like surfers upon high waves


At the rusted broken down gate
I waited a while
Watching the fields unfold into distance 
But existence does not wait
She points me to the hills that I must ascend
The ancient paths that I must find


One tree
Full of itself
A symbol
Of Time
Blind roots
Reaching down
Into earth
Ageing branches
Straining towards heaven

sic incipit traegedia hominis moderni: here begins the tragedy of modern man

Here begins the fatal blow
As impact in the soul
The force dispelled the anchor
And now the ship cannot moor

Cannot but float aimlessly
The crew scans horizons
Engages in futile activity
Rest not a possibility

And so the pretense
That this is how it should be
But it is not
The ship now so lost

So far from the bay of sight
The bay of remembrance
The place that shelters
In an embrace of coastland

The line of your shoulders
Arms outstretched
Your body sunk into the deep
Becomes the anchor we cast away

Hope strikes the seabed
And is embedded in the soul
Harbour, home, high seas
Balance is restored

Friday, 6 May 2011

kiss of life

waves break
upon heart’s shore
heart of many pieces
swells as the water rushes
onto the softened sand

and suddenly
there you are
washed up
naked startled
far from home

but then the
a murder of them
to pluck out
quick-eyed love
to circle your translucent 
in flashing blackness

and here I am
a stone
under a glassy gaze
thrown up now
besides your
lifeless curled up form
a hole in your side
leaking liquid love
staining sand
with some transcendent

I’ll lie by you a while
I’ll decide to die 
to the hammer
blows of self
unite with you 
as silence 
like the evening

I didn’t imagine
I’d rise with you
some white darting dove
broke through
the black flapping ranks
to brush a gentle
wing across our cheeks

it was like a kiss

you woke
and we both inhaled
the air of dreams

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?

O silver-surfaced soul catching rays from eyes loving long after light and song have gone