morning

light eases across bed
pulls back the winter duvet
solitude exposed

~

CLP 16/10/2021

on night

its cloak lays heavy
awake with longing for you
face of clock mocks me

~

CLP 16/10/2021

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 stage

under spotlight's glare
all can see imperfections
of others' labours

~

CLP 14/10/2021

on autumn

steamed up windscreen attracts a playful finger
the smiley ghosts in and out of view
through October's low sunsets
and at each evening condensation
I know it was you
I recognise that smile

~

CLP 13/10/2021

Words

Egg Box, the publishing offshoot at University of East Anglia have just launched this anthology. There are some stunning poems in this from an amazing cohort of students. As one of the people on the course I have had some of my original poems included too, (poems not published on line).

Thank you to all my blog readers for reading, following, liking and commenting. Your encouragement is very much appreciated.

If you are interested in buying a copy, the anthology is available from www.eggboxpublishing.com

(Brexit will affect prices of the book for EU-based customers, which is a nonsense, obviously!).

With best wishes


Christopher Perry
13th October 2021

skirting

the wave breaks
coughs up kelp
splashes shingle up the beach
rolls stones over
brushes out sand
catches air in pockets
marks the tideline in thick foamy spume
leaves with a hiss
of bursting bubbles
slips back into itself
gathers in its pleats
to unfurl them again
backfilling our footprints
proving nothing
waits for us

~

CLP 11/10/2021

on the beach

at first sight old
older than you and me
much older
Walking hand in hand
as we might from time to time
in moments unconnected by conversation
they stopped momentarily
so she could stoop to pick up a pebble
or a shell, or a flint, or to investigate
a wave-shined glint of something
that caught her imagination
as he waited to be shown her find
at first sight old
older than you and me
but now not at all
not as old as fossilised sea urchins
not as ancient as bellemnite-bored chalk
they were just like us
two more children
playing by the sea

~

CLP 11/10/2021

Sickle

right in the hand
perfectly balanced
as if part of my arm
slicing the air
slicing my doubts
opening my skin
bare to my heart
opening me up
letting light pour in

~

n.b. Yes, I believe.

CLP 10/10/2021

no Moon

this is when I feel it most
the air thick with mist
desiccated leaves
scratching at paving slabs

fine webs strung between damp blades
covering verges except where disturbed
by fungi pushing through to pour out spores by the million

tonight there is no lunar distraction just railway siding lights,
street lights, traffic lights, headlights, crossing lights
red lights topping off a crane
a ceiling light in an uncurtained room
each corner bared without shame

above all this electric illumination
beyond the mist, night's black chasm
with Jupiter and its satellites bright
the redness of Mars distinct
even to my tired eyes

I'm nearly home, it's midnight
a digital sign tells me +17c
all I need to know
is when you'll next see me

~

CLP 09/10/2021