AFTER W.B YEATS

  5 Poems based on lines from W.B Yeats… ‘And I shall have some peace here, for peace comes dropping slow,’ The Lake Isle of Innisfree W.B. Yeats Slow Falling Snow falls behind the glass, beyond the reflections this window cannot see. Snow, soft as the soul; a canvas of white fleeting purity, as pure […]

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FORGET ME NOT

There are sink holes in the back garden where I stash the stems of subconscious longing along with feathers plucked from the stale fights over ownerships of books and bonds. When early morning climbs drowned dream with blinding light there’s an impulse to uncover boulder used to bury hole and reach in to touch all […]

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BETTER THAN NOTHING

  We ate horse, once, at a corner table in a candlelit basement at Juuri’s- everything difficult to distinguish, in a trend filled restaurant where I’d blagged us a table with what you called my Irish charms that your French ones lacked in buckets. Earlier, we’d flown across the water on a large ferry to […]

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SUPREME

  I loved China Beach, as a boy and its opening theme tune- Miss Ross belting out her light voice; Reflections of the way life used to be, reflections of… I was too young then to understand anything deeper than the melody that rose in me while the meaning sank, of an age then that […]

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BY THE TIDE

  There, by the water’s edge, where kids collect sand in pails as if a piece of plastic can save time, he watches docking ships report their findings- new worlds beyond the old waves he never managed to rise above. I had the urge for going, he recalls saying once, when he could run faster […]

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AL LAST

  Shoes thread lightly over freshly stirred soil. Seeds are no longer singular cells but shoots and this hardened carpet no longer compliant to cover up. Sometimes we plant with the dream of discovery. Sometimes we dream in the hope of being woken. Sometimes light begins in the dark where roots rumble in soil, now […]

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BUDS OF INVINCIBILITY

  Notes multiply under an orange blossom moon. We pour music into cups and songs sprout from rose trees that have yet to bend towards the bud while daisies turn noisy in the far field as the grass orchestrates the dawn’s chorus and petals tremble in the wake of all that once shivered in the […]

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FINDING OUR WAY

  I woke early, attention tethered to the bird call as they build their nests within the walls we once lit fires between. Regardless of season we must all find ways to shelter and survive. I ran early, out into the open morning where air was still yawning and I thought about sleep and what […]

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THE THINGS WE LEARN, AFTERWARDS

  In a fat box by the skinny bed in a dusty room rarely regarded covered clumsy with crushes are the contents of a childhood- lost letters of love- all penned but never posted & cut-outs of pin-ups next to wrist bands friends twisted & time forgot. In a lost room fallen to dust hope […]

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QUACK

  Solitude will guard gentle breath as I slip from darkened day to dream, even if the daffodil, now bright upon the bank, comes despite concern. I smile as the memory of this kindhearted bloom unfolds within the shadows of this stilled room, here, where corners ponder the importance of a cell. In the distance, […]

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