It’s been a long time, for which I offer neither explanation nor apology.
Here are a few recent poems. The shorter ones have featured on twitter. I’m there more often than I’m here, but still not often.
I took his skin and put it on
(I’d long time thought it would fit me –
So tempting). When I found him gone,
I took his skin and put it on
Left him a man the land upon
And swam a silkie in the sea.
I took his skin and put it on.
I’d long time thought it would fit me.
Grave thoughts
As I am so shall you be
Think on that. As you pass by
Pause a moment – you will see
As I am so shall you be
The same winds blow on you and me
Though further down the road am I.
As I am, so shall you be.
Think on that as you pass by.
The margins (revision two)
Look around. These are the margins:
End of the day, edge of the world
The moment between ebb and flow
When the tide pauses and is still.End of the day, edge of the world.
Take a breath. Remember this,
When the tide pauses and is still:
The taste of salt, the touch of rain.Take a breath. Remember this
Dull half-light thickening to dusk,
The taste of salt, the touch of rain,
The rising curlew’s twicefold call.Dull half-light thickening to dusk.
As the tide turns and rushes to the ebb,
The rising curlews, twicefold, call,
Summoning souls in the grey evening.
Folksong and Fantasy 