She is gone.
All that remains the kingfisher colourflash.
And the song of the swan in the silence.
Poetry?
Invader
Invader, you can do many things to me.
Many bad things.
You shall not touch my family,
nor my friends,
nor my olive trees.
Love beauty beware
No rose without a thorn
No blood-red petals without the power to rip.
Weak flowers wave pale against a cotton sky
but crimson tearing is the heart.
Spark leads to spark
Spark leads to spark.
And one day the fire.
That moment
That moment when the sun comes out and
your heart relaxes.
The first rays of sun, the first unsure smile;
and the weights of the world disappear.
That moment.
Shopping list
On the shopping list, you wrote “plum toms”.
I read, and bought, “plantains”.
How we laughed.
Until I bit into my sandwich.
Awake
My eyes saw you; my heart did not. I was asleep.
At the end of the heart’s night the sun came up and you were there.
Thank you.
The sun peeks over the office block
The sun peeks over the office block;
squinting, we rattle down the blinds.
Unseen ideas now shimmer in;
frowning, we put our blinkers on.
I could see Fife then
I could see Fife then
I couldn’t but
I could see the Forth then
I couldn’t but
I could see outside the window then
I couldn’t then
the snow
You smile
You smile; slow sunrise
warms across my frozen heart –
now, forever, summer.
