When the roads rise with welcoming tides where the sailboats singwith parking meters and electric heaters above the tenement trimsas red brick surrounds the houses and all the people descendan early sun offers promise through the morning’s dincoming home to a brand new place where time has stood stillIn a muffled land we can seeContinue reading “Where the Sailboats Sing”
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Chatterton – an ode
As high as a cloud wandering on Bristol’s towerForever will I sing his nameFruitfully brought me to his finest hourForever a great organ plays its painWill I go no more to St Mary Redcliffe?A fine repose now in a sea of modernityIn whose gothic ramparts held religious communitySang a song worth, ten men, when Chatterton’sContinue reading “Chatterton – an ode”
The Invisible World
In casts of iron there rests a manOf steely braces and wrought iron handsIncredulous – his one feature, being only referred to as a creatureMany had forsaken what was once lostAs Marley’s Ghost counts the costOf his life, swimming in sin; old Scrooge’s mind is wearing thinAlone he has been, but no more…Now the InvisibleContinue reading “The Invisible World”
Wounding
We stood apart once but now we stand togetherOne mind with a beating heart, always and foreverNothing but the morning sun to shed light on dark dreamsSometimes when the air grows thin, when crops don’t grow, as mountains explode With heat and the waves rise with flow and lands envelop in ice and snowNo matterContinue reading “Wounding”
The Autumn Boy
Full of dreams for the Autumn boySeeing a figure of pure joy erupt from a window and down a bannisterWearing clothes which don’t reflect the seasonThe Autumn boy watches his words as taciturn clouds report his moodA crow cawing for attention, from this he will learn a lessonFor all those times walking into school, perhapsContinue reading “The Autumn Boy”
Sola Fide
Feel free to skip in lineIt’s just my timeHear that sound, that old fashioned type writer right hook kickSliding back to the left of the pageWhen times were simpleThat’s where we startBlank and crisp, the start of something newThink back in time to that decisionWhich put you where you areYou may not know, but you’veContinue reading “Sola Fide”
Parisian Poetry 