I wake to the salty tang of it Dress quickly Breakfast can wait Already the pavement burns under My summer hardened feet It’s going to be hot Dropping my towell on the warm sand I run towards the sparkling waves Everything shimmers Silvery/Blue /Green In the morning sunlight Running in, diving, gasping With the shock of cold The taste of salt The slap of wavelets Against my skin……
You’ve gone too far this time They say How far is too far I ask them then Is this far enough? And I start covering myself In layers of Not far enough I PILE THEM ON !!! The weight is unbearable Heaviness Claustrophobic So heavy, my knees give, and bowed down towards the ground I give in Completely Is this ok I ask, voice dry and broken? Yes…..this is good Good good girl.
I’ve been standing under a high bright moon, surrounded by the peaceful benevolence of all the half lit, shadowy shapes of the plants ….apart from the huge old Peppercorn Tree, every one of them, planted by me. As I grow older, the garden gets wilder, the birds don’t mind that I’ve not weeded….they thrive on the grasses soon to be seeded. Nothing moves here, but light and shadows, as the warmth of Spring makes everything grow, growing daily towards the sun, resting under the moon when the day is done. Peace on earth. Goodwill towards men. I go to my bed To rest, to sleep To rise again From my big oak bed And go once more Leaving dreams I’ve shed To go Once more To the Day Garden. Circles turning round And round Nothing lost Nothing found Back in my house completely surrounded I’m still cloaked in the comfort Of the plants In the ground The plants that grow Planted by me Beneath the benevolent Old Peppercorn Tree.
Cold winds, brooding sombre sky Morning Coffee outside White plum blossoms drift like snow flakes As I take my small instrument and play Moody weather music….. And I held within its spell, listen As the wind tells me Stories of the day.
Bracing myself For the terrifying ravages Of daily life The deep dissatisfaction Of food shopping Account paying Who will If I don’t Yet, where is there time To dream Create Live life fully The bed needs fresh clean linen Weeks ago Days of dishes Piled neatly in the sink No time for Art For writing the words Cluttering my mind Like a swarm of bees As I think…..
Soft grey clouds Of shed hair From cats and dog Drift about the floor While I dream of Culloden moor Jamie and Claire How will they fare And Iris’s want gathering To plant before Night falls My heart calls out In desolation For maybe rather A wild nesting place Than this domestic socalled grace……
Nick Cave mourns in Deep soft tones His heart ‘s love’s Long Black Hair And I care For all and every living soul While dwelling in My prison hole Of hard won security….
Why me Who’d live like Beloved Ravens on the wing Harsh voice broken As I forget to sing For daily duty calls I sip a fiery taste Of single Malt Butt out my cherished Cigarette And get up Go out the door Armed with Iggy Pop And Lust for life To fortify me Against mediocrity And so Food shopping Accounts paying Into the car I go
I dwell in a book The book dwells in me I’ve places to go People to see But I’m not really there I go through the motions Yet my fingertips twitch To return to the page I find myself smiling At secret devotions At words that I hear In my quiet inner ear The world that I know Is a sorry deception Hurry up Let me go Where’s my book No reception…..
Go away, go away I’m reading right now Go away Leave me be The door’s locked Anyhow.
Unravelling Like a ball of string They whirl Spinning Endlessly Spinning Beyond control Spitting vengeance On every soul On each small thing Rage Shame Who’s to blame But you Who else Who?
Deep in the Forest I heard the trees Shift and murmur Not me Not me They stand there Calling To their dead leaves Falling Not me Not me
And holding hands On the Ocean’s sands We two In the shimmering blue Hear the whales call Who Who Look up at the sun What have you done? Was it you Who caused this Ferocity
Yet the Furies Keep spinning Whirling And grinning Faces fixed In a terrible smile And all of the while The children weep In their deep Dark sleep Who did this Who did this To me
On a cold dark night I woke in fright Nightmares Galloping Across my dreams Hideous scenes Above the screen Of my tumbled bed While rivers of blood So vivid and red Soaked into the mud And I struggled, stuck In silent screams
And the Furies Kept spinning Grotesquely Grinning Spitting Terror And blame Hatred And shame As they whirled Beyond care As they crafted Despair Screaming you Yes, you
If it couldn’t be ALL She would settle for nothing Middle ground was never an option In this thing called Living PAIN…..She’d done her time An Old Woman now With a fire still burning No problem stepping over the line Into the apocalypse of yearning Heart Wilded Still a Child Her mind a dream Unfolding Holding Holding Holding Onto Love….
Don’t blow a fuse Thinking you’re alone There is always a Muse Willing to bring you home Doesn’t matter how far Away they are A brilliant Shooting Star Can remedy The most fractured heart Tormented mind Find Two hands To hold …. Enfold Entice Your pain away Your Blessed Muse Will stay Will stay with you Through the thick and thin Of Blood Skin Flesh Bone And sinew Holding on to You Holding You….
This Love Beyond reality or reason There’s no time here For fairy tales My eyes are open No scales to stop me seeing For all the pain and pleasure The poverty and treasure I’d rather this love Than any other This love beyond reality or reason This love This gorgeous hell Tears me Wide open My shell shatters Nothing else matters And falling, Falling, Falling down I taste desire It soothes my weary limbs From all the years Of journeying To him