Absence and Longing

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The wind blew the dust of the orchids
Till they fell in tiny rain
Pocketed by the silvered banks
In vegetal greensleep

Ghost, Lady’s Slipper, Pyramidal
Helleborine, Creeping Lady’s-Tresses
Hear lost songs and murmurings
Their seed mouths pursed

For ten years, small fingers tap
The diurnal coils, feathery roots
Two tiny leaves, then four
What falls and rises in that time?

Waxen palest starlight, cold moons
Summon the princesses
Their slippers are violet, pink
dappled, toad striped satin

Dancers, if you part the grass
Stare deep into their eyes
A hidden lover’s shivering fancy
Such things pass and are purblind.

 

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Coil

As a new hatched thing, a thing-thing
Unknowing as half a cabbage
To munch through
This complexity, immensity
This universe, and then the scalding
Or lies, to put another way
Of the people saving their job-jobs
Their families, their money
The world dams up
There is a polar bear somewhere
On a melting mudflat
Chewing on the bloody flesh
Of survival.

Harry Lime

I’m shutting up shop

Darkness is a weasel

Skittering up the gimmels

The bell is from Lucerne

Painted with stingingly blue gentians

But none of this matters

In black and white

I have a face I wear at work

Now it sags into espionage

Becomes occluded

A scratched old record

Brings out the zithers

As the leader flicks blindingly

In the reel and the gate illuminates

The blistering celluloid afterglow.

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Painting by Veronica Aldous. Mind like the Sky. Mixed media on board.

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Truths

 

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For their tender points
Rooting fingers
Pleated leaves set in threes
Minutiae of poking hairs
Deep red throats
Frosted resins
Eat me no more
I may wither

Do you miss me?
Is a conundrum
Compulsive documentation
30 summers
Tucked high on a shelf

Strawberries will flourish without me
Of course, this is unbearable
But will be borne.

 Painting is ‘Fruiting Bodies’ by Veronica Aldous
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Christ and Willy Wonka

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Christ and Willy Wonka

Just when I was about to start a new life

Saltwater burned the stars
A little Judas jumped up
Sun smashed prams glittered in the canal
I want to believe in goodness
Abstract as roast partridge  flavour crisps
I want to believe in something
Even if it is stem cell repatriation.

Some days I paint only roses
Watching the colour fan out
A Chinese ballet of insects.

I know people come and go
I watched several die
My brain skidding on the endless
Disparity of my brain skidding
On dying and the actual death.

I read fortune cookies and Tarot
To determine the outcome
Of the boiling din of sub-Krystallnacht

My dear hoary ghost whispers
No one gets the gold ticket
It’s a knockout scam.

 

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Adorned by butterflies…

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Adorned by butterflies, she walked the cold gardens
Summer came and passed
No trace, no trace, no trace
A memory flew, blue butterflies
Cold gardens, you.

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I have published 4 books of my work. They are available on Amazon. Moon Cinema, Mortal, Maja, Dollish.

Broken

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I wish the windblown birds
Would come to me
Way-eep Way-eep Way-eep
Shh shh
That I could rock the earth to sleep
Way-eep Way-eep
And mend its broken wings
Shh shh.

 

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