Archive for May, 2013

In The Dark

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 29, 2013 by dc

The mist
As it slowly
Reveals buildings,

The night sky
Minutes before
Dawn bursts,

The autumn wind
As it whips
Its confusion;

You’re there
In my head
As I wander,

I leave my love
In the dark.

The Truth

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 21, 2013 by dc

When doubts hurry breath
Shake trees until the leaves fall
And call it the truth

I Wonder What We’ll Talk About

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2013 by dc

Here’s some chest on show.

Leave a little bit more.

Its ‘old chestnut’ sexy again,

But how many buttons
Do you leave undone?

Let’s think of it musically,
They were not added
To accommodate organ solos.
Or the performance of organ solos,
In fact they’ve got nothing to do with
Organ solos.

I think I’ll leave

The magic number.

I wonder what we’ll talk about.

Let’s think of my best subjects;
70’s prog-rock, mopeds, swans,
The canals of Birmingham,
The price of things
Down the supermarket,

London tube stations, fly fishing,
Burt Reynolds, the Korean War,
The best place to get
Fish and chips in Liverpool.

I guess it’ll just come naturally.

I think I’ll start by asking her
If she knows that
The first bomb dropped on Germany
In World War II,
Killed the only elephant
In Berlin Zoo.

That always gets the ball rolling.

And it rhymes.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 14, 2013 by dc

It didn’t have a name,
Now they call it

Our self mocking movements
Underpinned by questions,

A new unique boredom
Slurred into meaning,

A trivial birth,
A lollop to little.

In smarter, freer, brighter times
We marvelled as we continued,

Now we just mumble and mourn.

We Walked Past Them Every Day

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on May 12, 2013 by dc

The photographs framed
Split seconds without stories
Judgements were passing,

Before the speeches
They were meek humans smiling
Eased from their sorrows,

Now they’re heroic
As truth breaks through the grey skies
And all sits explained.

Flights Of Fancy

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 8, 2013 by dc

They sit in containers
Watching horrors on repeat,

Castigating heroes
And blaming the weak.

They take daylight in slivers
And upload their fears

With bent flash drive fingers
And anger well steered

And snarled as they glare
Into transmission lights,

Into long, endless nights,
And long running fights,

Flights of fancy.

As children they hid in hedgerows
And whispered with torches,

All fairy tale innocence
And the drive of the naive,

They climbed trees till they bent,
Top heavy and craning,

Excited smiles growling,
Electric and wild,

They were bulbs bright and buzzing,
The rise of a sun.

Now the moon slowly takes them
Till the bile starts to run,

Till it trickles,
Then drizzles,
Then done.