Odd Couple
Brothers they may be,
an odd couple
more like
As cats
they own everything
and nothing
and I am a function
in their lives—
something to coax
to cajole to feeding bowls
and ever higher levels
of acceptance
and comfort
And don’t they know too
that all is forgiven?
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A Time of Dreams
I found myself in a country
of huge living skies,
speaking your dreams
of earth, the great teacher.
I was standing by a mesa,
felt its warmth against my skin,
fingers spanning epochs
flattened into inches,
whispering mantras
and prayers in your name,
not in memory
but for your continuing
presence of love.
I spoke to you,
my spine square to red earth;
you were there in each rock,
the cactus, every molecule of air,
in the eagle’s eye lasering my soul.
When finally I awoke
it was another age, as if seconds
had stretched into centuries.
But you were there
and took my hand.
It was the most natural thing
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Weapon Take
No rusty blade
ever turns up here,
no shadow of a ship
or bejewelled belt;
no iconic helm
to add credence
to our wounded identity.
Not even signs
of a mystery hillock
rising in hugging mists
to excite or intrigue
those metal detector men.
Merely one vast industrial
scar, scoured of feature,
almost of life, tamed,
or destroyed,
depending on your view,
turned inside out
by Angevin priors
and inscrutable Dutchmen.
I come from a long
line of diggers
and dark-eyed women,
grown out of this morass,
hardened to sweat
and pitiless Ural winds.
People who made-do,
though never in
any doubt they
were the subjected
men of their Hundred,
the brave new Wapentake,
where the councillors
still speak in a
double-Dutch behind
tall, timbered walls.
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*poem first published in collection ‘Anonymous Lines’, available at amazon.
** Wapentake was the Danish word for the English Hundred (a small, political unit, originally meaning a hundred homes). This word is still used in the ‘Danelaw’ counties of eastern England.
Brief
Of the class of ’77
to my mind you were the best
Diamond moments
in empty halls,
instruments lying at your mercy,
each note, every chord
an affable smile
pavilioned in memory
How could you
be so brief,
this grief be so long?
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Think of me
please pay your respects
to the dust trodden into carpets,
ingrained in chairs
and in curtains,
all along these tired window ledges
Then will you write my name
on the dusty shelves
where my books used to lie?
For in truth
they were more surely me
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