on light / on time / on fear

undressed in the dark
slid underneath bed covers
made up to see you

~

n.b. “We come from nothing, return to nothing.”

CLP 08/2/2021

daylight robbery

this is ours
the canvas that fills with cumuli
where delicate cirrus decorates our moon
where Sun drags its heat from dawn to dusk
the venue of Venus, the field for Mars
where Saturn plays perpetual hula hoop
dance floor of Jupiter and its spinning jewels
backdrop for all our stars
this is our space you build in
concreting our view
damping our days
darkening our nights
boxing the light
constricting our breath
into narrow alleyways
you, who have enclosed our commons
now prepare to steal our sky

~

n.b. Time to draw a line to protect our light. Walls are being built on river banks and coasts for the few who are buying up our common views, breathing space and sense of space.

Norwich is being slowly smothered by these concrete and glass blocks. The Wensum is being enclosed.

Watching the building foundations being sunk is fascinating until you realise how deep the piles go and then the horror takes over; the sky is being taken from us.

~

CLP 15/10/2021

on time

there's plenty of it
lining pockets filling cups
its the dark I hate

~

CLP 31/08/2021

On Water x

night oils the river

dark thoughts patrol between banks

let us not go there

~

n.b. Dedicated to You Little Charmer because her writing makes me laugh…and cry.

~

CLP 19/04/2021

L3 (Day 43): Carrow Hill

Here’s white light, no heat

Heaven’s lights will shine bright tonight

In this brilliant galaxy

how will you hear

the star that calls to you?

~

CLP 18/02/2021

Lockdown 3 (Day 21) Daylight

There was very little daylight today, but it has been milder and what light there has been has lasted a little longer than previous days. Today the Sun is up from 07:46h to 16:30h, tomorrow it be from 07:44h to 16:33h a net gain of five minutes.

This morning I heard a wider variety of birdsong than I have heard for a while. It reminded me of waking each snowy day near the Jura when on a trip there in 2018. That weekend there was a wall of song rolling down from the mountain sides as dawn broke. I was briefly transported back there this morning.

I need to swot up on birdsongs. It was not just blackbirds, pigeons, crows and blue tits. The orchestra is reforming.

CLP 26/01/2021

On Light

Grey screen of winter sky

Cars studded with twin diamonds

Wind whips up lost leaves

~

CLP 26/12/2020

On Winter

How low can you go?

Helios that’s enough now

Please lighten our load

~

n.b. Tomorrow the Winter Solstice. Not a question of belief, just a bloody relief!

CLP 20/12/2020

On Numbers (30)

It is but a month

Winter Solstice approaches

Darkness leads to Light

~

CLP 21/11/2020

Autumn Storm

She came upon us from the North

Dragging her gloomy shawl

Over the sheared hills and ploughed land

Turning blends of gold to black and white

Breaking limbs from oak and ash

Flooded the roots

Inundated roads

Coughing and spitting

She dragged her filthy sheets into town

Stuffed her discarded litter into the drains

Threw hailstones that scratched our skin

Turned the fair to ruddy-faced

We flinched at each attack

Our umbrellas reduced to sodden flags

Useless emblems of human pride

We staggered home through her spiteful wind

As she blew out the last summer lights

Then spread her dark wings and settled in

Gloomy angel of long winter nights

~

CLP 26/09/2020