Archive for rural poem

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

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.

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.

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.


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

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

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