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Sleeping Giants

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on November 20, 2015 by dc

Autumn heather
Sighing across

The swollen chests
Of sleeping giants,

Winding roads greased
With anticipation,

Thirsty streams
Reaching for rainfall,

Scattered trees bowing
To the winds,

A sky that cracks
Ambidextrous,

All whispering
Lost songs.

Silver Birch

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 11, 2011 by dc

The silver birch tree
All alabaster shimmers
And dark swollen joints

This Fayre

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2011 by dc

Most of this town is a graveyard,
Most of these gardeners are bleak,
Geography and history holding hands
Like lost prisoners seeking sunlight.

Electrified in strange fields,
At one with the pylons and grief,
These gardeners feast on fresh game,
Picking shrapnel and bones from their teeth.

This fayre could soon be a farce,
There are clipboard conversations
Over daffodils and marrows,
Dead dogs in the bushes,
Weird secrets alive with the sparrows.

These gardeners are spent with smiling,
There are ill thoughts in the wind,
Their children are in bed early
And their wives are mannequins,

The red sky is a warning,
Panicked chatter sits in sync
With the wild horses in the stables
As this town sits on the brink,

The park will soon be a shrine
For a prize too quickly departed
And its bench a resting place
For the freshly broken hearted.

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I Sit in the Trees

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 29, 2010 by dc

Displaced by idiots
And torn like a muscle,
I sit in the trees,

The ravens retire to walking,
Aggressively pecking,
Objectives diseased,

Swallows fly low,
Swift gulps of swiped flight
And the foxes whine in unison.

I was never one to pillage,
Never the leader of the pack
Or the donkey carrying fools,

And up here
Crying through my fingernails
And grasping onto the sky,

I rise once more,
Branch by branch,
Snapping bark clearing the squirrels,

A child’s dismissal of horror,
Bright eyed and blushed with hope.

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I am the Woods

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 31, 2009 by dc

I am the woods,
The light that dances
Through trees,
The leaves hunting for sun,

The rustle of birds
On the branches,
The bushes that quiver
Surrounded by flies,

A promise I made
To love you forever,
A molehill on a mountainside,
A dalliance with the rain.

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Bruising

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on July 1, 2009 by dc

The sun disappears
As clouds punch hillsides with glee
We are the bruising

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All the Trees Bend

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 13, 2009 by dc

Stitched loose above fields
The sky drops its nonchalence
And all the trees bend

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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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A Dalliance Swims

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 4, 2009 by dc

Touching hands take their time,
Sparks and distractions
Sit and shepherd the light,
Broken icicles melt,

The countryside thaws
And then a dalliance swims
Like two beautiful streams
As they meet at a river,

Rising hope quells disaster,
A new day has dawned,
As bridges sing breakthroughs
And the water forms dreams.

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Until the Ravens Descend

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 20, 2008 by dc

I waited and waited
And waited,
I waited so long I forgot
Why I was waiting

And then you appeared.
I wanted to act disgusted,
Angry, upset and let down,
But all I could do was smile

And that’s how it rolls,
This is how it will be,
Until this hill we’ve been lost on
Sees one of us drop one way

And the other the other,
Till both of us fade
Under bad skies
All brooding,

A calm dying passion,
A thick misted landscape
Hiding huge disappointments
Until the ravens descend.

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