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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Turning Point

  • March 15th, 2019
  • Posted in Poetry

  It was only a fractional movement Of steel under my feet on the San Francisco dock. With ringing bell and clatter the tram Turned on the opposite line.   Continents earlier: ‘It’s Edward. . .’ Your pause was fractional; You recovered quickly. ‘Off your radar?’ ‘Not at all!’ But the points had changed. Your […]

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Seascape

  • January 19th, 2015
  • Posted in Poetry

The North Sea, 11th July. Our last day at sea. They understood the sea, the Dutch masters, The thickening clouds, the rain, Wave crests and bulk, The bend of mast and crack of tawny sail, The sun, breaking through heavy clouds To turn distant sea bright green. And here we are, Holland faded behind us, […]

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