Bluebells

  • March 15th, 2019
  • Posted in Poetry

  It took some hours to summon up The will to visit my painful bluebell wood:   Piercing blue of deep intensity In liquid sun and waves of searing mauve Where sharper light silvers slender trunks Of beech and fir.   There is a poignant stillness here Amongst the bending heads and waxen leaves, For […]

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Return to Birches

  • March 15th, 2019
  • Posted in Poetry

  Five years ago I pruned the birches: Low, scrubby trees, Wild, unkempt; With knife, courageous love and saw, Removed lower branches shaping Simplified grace for future elegance.   Today I returned to see White limbs in sunlight Stretching upwards, Wounds tight closed Under swelling bark; The loss forgotten in neat surgery.   But one […]

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Inca Stones

  • March 15th, 2019
  • Posted in Poetry

  The stones stand stone on Incan stone, No mortar joints but perfect union Of bronze-crafted surfaces: Chisel and bevel, Face to face, Trapezoid in perfect geometry they lean, Earthquake-proof, organic bonds of Secret joints, locking spurs and Papertight union.   I hear the guide but see you dance Ball-gowned Amongst the ancient stones. For […]

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