Posts tagged ‘Brighton’

24/03/2013

Questions on a Homeless Night

 

I wonder

 

Have you ever been alone?

Just you, a cliff, an empty sea,

A past and future lost for words,

A pallid memory of the sun.

 

To feel the swell of night’s updraft,

The pull of moon towards the tide,

The drag of skeletons in chalk,

The thought you never had the time.

 

And have you ever found the strength

In silence, stars and drifting gulls?

And knowing there is only you:

Just you, a cliff, an empty sea.

 

The silver waves and shingle roar:

I wonder, has your life meant more?

 

(Brighton, 1989)

 

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10/02/2013

The Night I Saw “Babette’s Feast”

 

On Brighton beach I watched the birds

Form dark aurora round the pier.

The sunset burned their patterned swirls

As afterglow across my mind.

 

I watched them as they sucked the light,

And dragged it down beneath the waves,

And when the neon broke their spell,

A lonely soul, I left the sea.

 

I went to watch a late night film.

The cinema smelled old and cold.

I drifted through a dreamlike meal,

In darkness tasted beer and bread.

 

A solitary watcher blind:

A film as still as life and time.

 

 

response to the film Babette’s Feast, and to art house cinemas.

 

 

 

11/12/2012

Song 3: In My Life

 

We held ourselves together then,

As close as sea and shingle shore.

And all who saw the breaking waves

Would know the depths that friendship found.

 

The mystery was, it meant so much,

But drifted like the ocean spray,

Like flint embedded  in the chalk:

We learnt, precarious and lost.

 

And time has shown the scheme of things,

The streets we took which had no plan:

Divergent lines on hazy maps,

And always there seemed no way back.

 

But now I see those lines were waves,

Which love and friendship held through time.

 

 

Brighton, where I listened to In My Life by The Beatles