Sunday, 27 December 2020

Christmas morning

(By Sil, 25th of December 2020

Christmas morning

The rooks sing

Dogs circle the pond

Frosted water-mint

Under a pink sky

I left you breathing

This simplest of facts

Is no longer a cliché

Christmas is a tally of a year passed

Time’s own special attaché

The last twelve months -  

Marbles

That rolled under the kitchen sink

This Christmas morning

The choirs will not sing

And we will not bless each-other

With peace

Beyond disrupted human custom

Life is perpetually at ease

The quiet valley

That grows into light

As night pulls away her heavy train

Inside me a new heart is beating - 

The ghost of future spring

Part-Time Preacher

(by Gub, 27th of December 2020)

For me

You don’t exist 


You are like a folded shadow;

A part-time preacher

promising a  sermon

That never comes


I listen for words to lighten

the dark

For some noise to deaden the echo

Of my own voice - but no chords are 

Struck.


I am feint with hunger for sound 

Unhinged by my own interminable guide track.


When will you speak.


What noise will you make, amidst the clatter of my tortured thinking.


For if you voice a thought 


What will I answer back....?


Clara’s Dream

(By Gub, 25th of December 2020)


Crystal light

A Moon beam

On ice


Flakes sifting

Down 


Onto a frozen

Pine floor


The song of the

Troika bells silenced


The dancers enfolded:

Holding 

Life still


Breath held

Forever


A cold enchantment 

Or love’s promise ?


And Timeless 

Against the glistening  

Canvas 

Of white white snow

Heart Star

(By Gub 23rd of November 2020)

Could a breath exhaled 

Reach that far?


From a faltering heart

To a newborn star...


This fluvial magma

Of  blood stills

To the tideway point

On a crimson sandbar


Beyond the mantle 

Of a darkening world

Eclipsed by silent lights 

Souls search out 

Empty atoms 

To stowaway;


Being begins it’s journey

So quiet


An unsounded 

Prayer bell


Winds unfurl

Around the flag 

Whip 

Crisp air

Into the blue reach

Of a frozen 

Mountain 

Peak


Seek out new planets

New horizons

On which to settle

 

Breathe life 

Into passing cells


A delicate unfolding 

Pulse 

Echoes


Across time and space 


An answering heartbeat ...











Tuesday, 15 December 2020

The ghost of Christmas future

16th of December 

I thought I'd love you
but the last lick of fire
died out 
Life crowded me out
On the screen, we age 
Our edges blur
The articulate speech of lust
Is now but a quiet slur 
At the weekend I am a crowd mistress
Surrounded by
overgrown babies who,
In their disquiet,
want to latch onto my tit
Mouths smeared in transference lipstick
I'm just a shapeless plaything 
they use
on their sojourn to Hades
to tune up their emotional strings 
I charm I laugh 
But at the end of the day 
The verdict is: 
Not enoug
Says so the 50-year-old girl 
in a pink hoodie and plats 
They're listening
I try not to breathe,
And the truth is a stillborn 
but the queen on the wicker throne
Can't say so
Beware
says the man who plays hide-and-seek 
He hides - but you'll never get to find him
You won't drown but neither will you swim
A baby grows inside you
She is the ghost of Christmas future 
Throwing a punch and a kick 
Weaving invisible threads into a mind
Immortality's magic trick