Tower Bridge

  • June 5th, 2019
  • Posted in Poetry

 to Chrissie  (‘I can’t go on….. I’ll go on.’  Samuel Beckett) We lie in crazy poses Above the muddied waters Sweet Thames swirling Superman…. Falling man… And she, hair spread on glass Waving, not drowning Joy defying her Oedipal fate; Drug infused veins fight the shadows Thrilling above the bascule jaws Smoothly inviting the crowded ship […]

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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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