Posts tagged ‘earth’

02/08/2013

Honeysuckle Fire

 

I thought I saw you come alive
The night the honeysuckle died.
So cold: it froze the moon in place.
So cold: it turned the air to ice.

Yet there you were, in rainbow scarves
And gloves as thick as bobcat paws.
You took a shovel to the snow
And dug on down, ‘til fire was found.

That glowing trace of slowing Earth,
Which – just for once – we watched as one,
Gave eyes their glints of petal stars:
The burning planet lit our soul.

It took you to its ember heart.
You lived undimmed as scent, as flame.

 

 

20/05/2013

Secret Hiding Place

 

Amongst the lime-sun barley spikes,

A conch-curled shell of azure hides:

A field of summer, field of spring,

A field that Demeter would sing

 

Where lovers run through trails of stems

And trace their broken tracks through life,

To where the underworld begins,

To where the sun and night are streams.

 

It’s there amongst the twisted grass,

There they hang from grains and grasp

At rains which come as echo seas:

The hidden ones who cast their shells

 

For now their light of life will glow,

And deep within their mysteries flow.

 

 

Poem inspired by the rather wonderful photograph, taken by Silentwonderland,

and found here: http://silentwonderland.wordpress.com/2013/05/13/secret-hiding-place/

 

 

 

 

26/03/2013

The Long Man of Wilmington

 

The scratch of flint and skin of turf,

The chalk of lines wiped clean of birth,

Of suns, of inner lands and fire.

The bitter white of giant’s lives.

 

Emerging from the thinnest times,

The butterflies are etching tales.

Their ways beyond the track of man:

And man it was, and man they made.

 

They scraped the turf, they turned the turf,

They symbolised his wreck of turf,

A mastery of their eyes within:

Deluded sense of distant earth.

 

And there the yellowhammers sing,

And there the lark has taken wing.

 

 

19/01/2013

Like Hummingbirds and Astronauts

 

Above the chaos, lives and clouds

A stillness – silver, pure as light –

Envelopes all and coats the stars,

Creates the blue and planet’s curves.

 

Above, in flight, as one we flow,

As lines, as points, as rippled air,

As pressure nodes of thunder’s birth,

We burst a universe of wings.

 

And there where blood and breath won’t flow,

Our feathers brush the edge of space,

And on this stratospheric arch,

Our wings touch tips then head for Earth.

 

We carry in our hearts the calm.

We’ve seen the truth: it’s all there is.