Time #2

robin, sparrow, pigeon

motorway, next door’s children

blue sky, white walls, dawn bright

silver birch shine, heat of sheet

sourness of sweat, weight of limb

heavy head, weary heart

click of clock, click of clock

click of clock, laughing gull

~

CLP 16/06/2021

Dream #19

flying with brothers and sisters

screams of joy

uncontrollable giggles

screaming with brothers and sisters

pained by absence

collapsed in holes of grief

uncontrollable brothers and sisters

scoured by loss

wandering like orphaned kittens

absence of brothers and sisters

~

CLP 15/06/2021

Time #1

when it’s been really hot

like today, close to the mid-point of June

eventually the blue begins to thin

as if mixed with a few drops of white spirit

.

the air moves a little faster

adding cool to shade

under the solitary oak

crowning the rise

.

arrhymic sounds of a distant road backwash

strangely vigorous mid-afternoon songs of blackbirds

who call as if expecting rain

but it won’t, not yet

.

there is no accumulation of clouds

over the Blackdown Hills

just the wind seasoned by a dash of brine

chilled through months of swirling winter tides

.

provoked, other birds respond, goldfinches

keening for respite from potential drought

trying to sweet -talk moisture from the sky

to fill the hard-set hoof prints and tyre-track hollows

.

to soften the soil and freshen pasture

to fill the brook now wearing a skin

that barely covers its old bones

its smoothed stones lie dry, matted green

.

heading west into the breeze

every feather extended to the full

a buzzard floats along the hedge

then shifts its path toward the wood

.

I sit against the towering trunk

spine aligned to its hard rutted bark

listen to the plaintive songs

wonder at how fast my sixty years have gone

Dream #17

white finger stretching south

beyond the headland

scratching open the sky

I rigidly follow the pilot

curled tight in a too small seat

the aircraft casting a fleeting mark

a dark crucifix on the rising sea

a pulse passing through the Channel

heaven howling echoes

in the chambers of my heart

I know not where I am going

nor why I am gone

~

CLP 12/06/2021

Dream #16

there is sadness in empty time

marked by irreversible movement

of hands that cannot be rewound

tracking in relentless orbit

forward, forward, forward

not noticing the swallow on the hedge

not pausing at the sparkling brook

not hearing the rustle of yellow rattle

playing music in the meadow

not understanding this is it

that here might be happiness

~

CLP 10/06/2021

Dream #15

spangled moonless night

retreats from black to blue

I spin towards dawn grateful

sleep’s re-hash of ancient noire

will be rubbed out

by exposure to the Sun

~

CLP 09/06/2021

Dream #14

the Moon lies

in some galactic gutter

off his face on space junk

leaving all the lights on

so many colours, constellations confused

by brilliance of the luminous clutter

and you here, warm, safe, sound asleep

to the universal song and dance

of the stars going loopy

given their chance

~

CLP 09/06/2021

Dream #13

your careful choice of words

so free and easily phrased

sparks spectacular reactions

at the back of my mind

guarantee confusion of sleep

with memory

in reality you exist only in nightmares

in truth I fear you

no longer

~

n.b. Echoes of past lives carried in words. History / Herstory.

~

CLP 06/06/2021

Dream #12

England, June

so hot, seek shelter

curtained sleep

buzzards call above canal

blue flash of kingfisher

martins and swallows streak across hedgerows

dandelion clocks stop at full o’clock

pollen clouds float on puffs of tired air

perfect circles form where fish kiss

the mirrored surface

~

CLP 06/06/2021

Dream #11

Early morning yawning

toasty warm

honey for breakfast

gold finches chitter

a black cat stretched across daisies

swipes at a curious bee

your gentle purring snore of second sleep

me thinking

we are happy

~

CLP 05/06/2021