Archive for May 12th, 2013

12/05/2013

Reverberations

 

You take a step, the Earth slips back.

It’s never fair, it rarely is,

But just in case you didn’t know:

It’s in your eyes I see my life.

 

The sadnesses which came before,

The solitary walks at night,

The sleeping rough beside the cliffs

Were never yours: you gave me life.

 

I measure out the speeding years

Like feet and inches on a wall:

Each notch another pain or joy.

And so our Earth is spinning by.

 

Again, in case you weren’t aware,

In your young life there lies the point.

 

 

To Joseph

 

 

12/05/2013

Time Planners

 

Were we to run the clocks instead,

We’d plan the world as dreamers do,

With moments set aside for sleep,

The rest carved up for us to use.

 

The hardest hours would be the ones

Where necessary chores were shared.

Remunerations would be paid

In week-ends stretching on for months.

 

And soon we’d lose all sense of time,

And clocks would tick ‘til batteries died,

And light and night would merge and mix.

 

And soon we’d lose all sense of us,

As married day and married dark,

Would form our perfect, timeless heart.

 

 

12/05/2013

Hyperacusis (I)

 

The opposite of deaf is deaf.

 

The screeching spines inside your head,

The spiral labyrinth of drills,

Igniting spikes of sound and pain.

 

The lances pierce your amygdala.

Your lizard mind lies whining back.

The neurone contours spit and flail.

 

The opposite of deaf is deaf

 

At night the echo pins are pricked

To vent the agonies of angels

Through the diamond points of scars.

 

And every slightest scratch sets off

A pulse of blood to silence words.

When deaf the noises never stop.

 

 

12/05/2013

The Barmanou

 

 

They shook the mountain caves at night,

They broke the boulders, cracked the cliffs,

They mocked the flags on sunrise snow,

They howled around the prayer wheels.

 

Then far beyond the mountain’s pull

A gentle chant, the plateaux’s thought,

Was caught in clouds and spiralled up

To join the Karakoram’s breath.

 

They stopped a while to hear the chant,

Put down their knives of Yengisar.

Then, furrow-browed, they went on back

To breaking wilderness and peace.

 

For all their noise, they heard the change:

They sensed the myths had rearranged.

 

12/05/2013

Yeti

 

She plumps the furs to make them soft,

Then settles down to share her thoughts.

The image world of snow and rock

Soon takes her to the meeting place.

 

The children play outside the cave,

It’s cold, and bright, and leopard free.

Their voices echo through her dreams.

Across the valley mothers join.

 

One shows an ibex, one a storm,

They share their images and tales:

She visions children playing safe.

The mothers strengthen her embrace.

 

They all have seen the tears of life:

This mountain valley is their space.