On Centre Stage

another’s drama

is never so exciting

as those scripted yourself

~

CLP 04/07/2021

On Endings ii

scratched record scratched wreck

cord around the neck now is

time to nail the lid

~

CLP 05/07/2021

On Endings

my words fail (again)

wish your kiss had sealed these lips

leaving me struck dumb

~

CLP 03/07/2021

On the other side

over many bridges

is grass that’s always greener

who would not go there?

~

CLP 02/07/2021

Dream #24

you must know this one

where you reach out

as far as you can

then not reaching what you stretched for

start to fall

towards a ground so distant

you cannot see it

you cannot fly

resistance is useless

you tumble through parting air

and you rediscover fear

as the ground approaches

so fast, so large

so hard

~

CLP 23/06/2021

Dream #22

Which bed is this? I wake unsure

no standard hotel shape to reassure

my musty head is somewhere secure

familiar start to a new day

with an unfamiliar face

who has just pulled close the door

behind her I hold a memory

of shapes and words recalled too late

that was not her name

she was kind enough

not to complain

we both had our reasons

not quite the same

as my dear friend once explained

everyone has their own

Love story

~

CLP 19/06/2021

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

.

arrhythmic 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 #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