Archive for February, 2009

The Arrival

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2009 by dc

Wolves howl a stillness
As the fallen leaves usher
A lost winter hope

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City Gin Song

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 23, 2009 by dc

It’s a race to hide my misery
As the rattled foxes scream
And the soot faced children scatter
To homes more dead than alive,

The city gin song of an old bag
Stings like nettles down the alley,
Half eaten sandwiches turn black
And slugs slide over bins.

“If you plot out your future
Like you’re laying down gauntlets,
You’ll forever face let downs
And bruised heart mirages.”

Loud breaths catch echoes,
They are mine and I’m crumbling like coastlines,
I am caught by the pavestones and pebbles,
I fall down and my head splits the future.

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Nature Has Chilled My Bones

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 20, 2009 by dc

The morning sun
Is a wet, shaved peach,
I watch buzzards
And choke like a stranger.

Horses buck in the garlic rain,
Rabid foxes sprint into fence-posts,

I grab a moment from the runny sky,

I peel back my thoughts
And get lost in the skin.

Weasels dance hypnotic and lithe,
Weaving tight turns
And head-bending their prey,

Decaying hedgehogs
Float down streams,
Trembling pheasants
Cough up seed.

The clouds expand
And then tighten
Like a huge concertina,

I step forward and sink,
I taste the dew on my lips
And the soil on my tongue;

Yesterday was Tuesday,
Today is Thursday,

Nature has chilled my bones.

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Beauty

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2009 by dc

Beauty never dies
It’s just covered in wisdom
Like snow on the hills.

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You are the Daylight

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 14, 2009 by dc

Love is the flicker
A second before sunrise,

The scatter of dew
Before dawn splits its colours.

You are the daylight
Through the cracks in my curtains,

A breath on my neck,
a subtle smile as I roll.

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From the Yew Trees to the Pews

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 11, 2009 by dc

From the yew trees to the pews
You were built for gin and sing-song,
A dictionary censored,
A library of morals,

Your thinning hair
Is part of God’s plans,
A head filled with shortbread
And flowery patterns,

Fossils labelled as rocks,
Sandwiches without crusts,
Needlepoint praising the Lord’s work,
Consensual tutting.

This could all be sweet nothings,
But it makes you feel something
Like a hot cup of tea
Or a nice bedtime story,

A nice bedtime story,
A sweet church bell ringing,
A tear in the vicar’s eye,
A reason for being.

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We Kiss In Hallways

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2009 by dc

We kiss in hallways
When we pass,
On porches before we enter,
We’re like magnets in a bottle,
Two ants sharing
A single grain of sugar,
Two clouds meeting
And covering the sky.

In taxis, on buses and trains
We whisper our love,
Your words the sweet songs
That I never tire of hearing,
Alive in my mind
And pushing me forward.

We kiss at the end of streets,
We change angles,
We warm up each other
Through winter,
We’re like TVs with the lonely
But more magic than that seems,
Two bodies resting together
And hatching a vision of dreams.

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