YOUNGER Tell me, O Master: Why do the stars all glister in the sky? Are they the souls of holy saints who shone as beacons in their earthly lives, leading the sinful multitudes towards the light? Are these those honoured spirits that seem to twinkle in their dance of joy – perhaps that mortal eyes might learn of Heaven’s glory? Tell me, O Master, for I long to know… Continue reading “Oldman & Younger #1”
Month: July 2018
The Immanence
If everything was white:
the stars, the sky, the looming trees
and all the beasts and all the bees,
and every building white as these,
then there would still be names for them,
a word for each of these,
but there would be no word for white;
A universal shade, invisible in tone:
Far too evident to be known.
From Russia with Love
When Theresa May met Donald Trump,
he tried to hold her hand.
She kicked him, diplomatically
(which he didn’t understand).
He’d combed his hair, but her stony heart
was a wall he couldn’t scale.
He swigged his glass of Novichok
like any alpha male.
“This Champagne’s gotta…lotta fizz…”
he told her, eyes aflame.
“From Putin, Mr President
– so he’ll get all the blame…”
I Still Own the Earth
I still own the Earth.
I bought her in a sale
as a sort of pet.
At the time,
she only had one land mass Continue reading “I Still Own the Earth”
On the Signpost
I passed this way
and leant upon this gate
to enjoy the view
and then I thought
that many have come before,
and now there’s you.
So note this sign
and, rebellious to time,
we’ll share this scene
where you may read
I was loathe to quite depart
a place so green.
The Light of Love
We see the Sun in all that’s viewed;
no need to stare above.
And likewise in our lives we glow
or fade in the light of love.
The Chord
That chord!
A memory of tomorrow
it fades
for want of hope
but wait…I have…
I think it gave…
it left me…
a note…
Wyndley Pool
As Wyndley Pool dunks waterbirds
in a brew of dazzling light,
I briefly glimpse the golden hand
that stirs the cup of life.
*Wyndley pronounced wind-lee
Media Hype
Build it up.
Build it way up high.
Milk the cow until it’s dry.
Milk the bull as well:
follow it with a shovel for inspiration. Continue reading “Media Hype”
The Task
Down among the rubble
everyday more trouble
lost and disregarded
life a dying garden Continue reading “The Task”
