Tuesday 30 October 2012

Sonnet On Days Of Change


A petal hung its jowl,
Weighted by the rain,
And I wasn’t sure who was braver,
Steaming like rockfall
Through the life we once wore:
Where a robe no longer fits,
Where cheap fabric has worn to the muscle.
A flower shook its stem,
To loose persistent guests,
And I wasn’t as cavalier,
Sealing the walls of our own past in plastic coffins,
Never to be warmed with life again.
            Nor did faith step to plug the flow,
            Or time rise back from days below.
 

Tuesday 23 October 2012

As Distant Dark Nears



One doesn’t find it impossible:
An ear held to the waves,
If kept still for long enough,
If held strong against the current
That breaks and rebuilds, ceaselessly, angrily,
Can hear the ringing,
Far into the deep waters,
As far and dark as a coastal shelf,
Between which all manner of life bellows and drowns.

Monday 22 October 2012

Sonnet Amongst Flowers, Storms



 Among the flowers, my young muse steals
            With daring, darting, glancing skips,
Of every hue she makes a meal
            And naught but laughter courts her lips.
We jaunt atop a foreign mount,
            So close we knew it hardly real,
Where pansies burst of heavens fount
            And bloom with shades that bring to heel:
All that a man could claim his own,
            While beauty stirs the springtime bees,
He might hardly hold where he may roam,
            His only fear: that it should cease.
But treetops bend, as catch the eyes,
A darker hue now claims the skies.