Poem 23 |
A CHARM FOR WARMTH
Old tongued skald-son, sing songs of spring!
Cunning kennings, Northumbrian,
wrought by firelight; harp held high, hail
the hearth-geld's glow, make glad glimmers
fall...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 06:15:00 GMT |
Poem 22 |
Unfinished study of a French girl Oil on Canvas c.1895/96 'The work of the master reeks not of the sweat of the brow Suggests no effort And is finished from the beginning.'
James McNeill Whistl...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 09:42:00 GMT |
Poem 21 |
How to give
"and the waves of love travel into vacancy"
Keith Douglas
She explained
her child's heart was back to front,
or upside down, its formation awry;
her veins were near...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 05:40:00 GMT |
Poem 20 |
FAVOURITE PHOTO
This Matisse frames
four colours: sea,
bright duffle coat, tractor wheel,
the smile of a child in the driving seat.
Posted by on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 07:01:00 GMT |
Poem 19. |
Confessio
"And wryte a bok betwen the tweie,
Somewhat of lust, somewhat of lore..."
John Gower.
I have a confession to make: I have
on many occasions, been known to use
the 'L' wo...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 05:34:00 GMT |
Poem 18 |
SAND AND SCAR Sand and scar, a place of shale, plates of rock Thrust upwards, wetly flailing Bladderwrack, A clinging formant place - scoured and worried Clean escarpment, worn under step and hee...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 07:48:00 GMT |
Poem 17 |
VACANT STARE THE UNDERGROUND.
Sifting the abyss, man squinting into
Artifice can see the future coming
Through telescoping tunnels: Buchanan
To Cowcaddens two rungs within the ring
En...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 01:10:00 GMT |
Poem 16 |
Angel's have said:
'I had to leave to write about the Tees.'
A perfect iambic pentameter,
A line of exile-poetry, I hear
It everywhere I go. 'Home Somewhere
No-where wants.' Assonance, rep...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 02:24:00 GMT |
Poem 15. |
Skulls and Houses (For Bob Beagrie) "Cheek by jowl, Stone and bone The head of Bran lives on! I live in his eye, Eye live in his I." Each tree a chancel mystery, Each house a hidden claim On the she...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 03:16:00 GMT |
Poem 14. |
LEAVING
Every day we leave a legacy
And looking at your face for the last time
I meet your smile, your laughter lines (crow's feet?)
Reminding me of past times, arguments,
The fugue t...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 07:36:00 GMT |
