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 #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 #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 #7

Everyone came along

everyone I had ever loved

friends, family, heroes

those I had been too shy to speak with

it was one hell of a party

I was dead, lucky

Heaven

~

CLP 31/05/2021

On Dreams xxi

recognisable

strangely unfamiliar

back to beginning

~

CLP 27/05/2021

On Dreams xviii

Not entirely sure

what actually happened

I was fast asleep

~

CLP 23/05/2021

On Dreams xvii

Was that erotic

movie collected highlights

or wistful thinking?

~

CLP 22/05/2021

On Dreams viii

If none of it’s real

why is it I remember

what did not happen?

~

CLP 11/02/2021

On Dreams v

I wake to laughter

your smile, those beautiful eyes

mine dare not open

~

CLP 07/05/2021