Posts tagged ‘measurement’

18/08/2013

Object No.5 – Flat Pack

 

 

We’d join the meteorites of life:

The points of light, the dying tails.

The “thing” and then the “consequence”,

The reasons why it might make sense.

 

Each move we’d make we’d need some more:

Another shelf, another chair,

Another clothes rail for the shirts,

Another crater for our hopes.

 

We’d join the panels, find the slots,

The pins and dowels, the creaking locks.

Then gravity would pull them in:

Our fallen stars, our lifetime’s things.

 

The drawers might stick, the mirrors crack,

And once they’ve gone, there’s no way back.

 

 

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18/05/2013

The Primrose Bank

 

The primrose bank was April sun.

Beneath a hawthorn, robin rich,

With sad, sweet, dappled songs of light,

The primrose bank was every spring.

 

And every spring the petals poured

Their golden cadence gleaned from years,

From melodies of pastel tints,

From wood, to beck, to changing skies.

 

The verses flick rebirths of time,

Their delicate and shuttling lines

Which called on rains to fill their voice:

And voices filled, and sun rejoined.

 

The primrose bank is life to you,

The robin’s song is always new.

 

 

13/05/2013

Always Four

 

Between the branches on the beech

She sees a star and shivers.

She gathers in her dressing gown

And closes tight the curtains.

 

The floor is cold, the room is poised,

A creaking board the single sound

Besides the tinnitus which whines.

Outside the wind is dying down.

 

Her eyes are heavy, full of sleep.

She stands and waits for thoughts to break

The pounding of the still.

 

The clock, which stopped a while ago,

Restates the time when timing ceased.

She bows her head and shuts her eyes.

 

 

13/05/2013

Two Modes of Study

 

Precise amounts of manganese

Dissolved with hormones: scattered truths.

Across a desk a mound of facts,

A half constructed proof of tears.

 

The counted words, the research notes,

The Harvard Referenced quotes for weight,

The nights of struggle pushed aside,

The memories lost in paper balls.

 

Just here – this eye can tell it all –

Each gram of iron, each lonely year,

Ionic tales of grief and thought.

 

The study skips between two states,

But soon must fold back on its tracks,

Its solitudes and sufferings.