Tucking one arm behind her, throwing out the other; up front and on bended knees, looking rather pleased, she says, very sweetly, I invented these. Dusting down the figurines, endless cups of tea, combing crumbs from the sofa, keeps the window clean - sunlight pouring in. He says, I invented these. Tweezing splinters from her … Continue reading The Inventors.
Sonnet (Bus To Dungeon Ghyll).
Sonnet, woven over poets’ weekend, to birdsong, kisses, blue socks, caresses; long baths, silk scarves and Lichtenstein dresses. Vacate the room by eleven a.m. On honeymoon sheets. The duvet is penned by second breakfast: Zimmerman verses; the cadence of their kitchen voices. Bend the bow, release; villanelle ascend the roads and bridges of Northumbria. Greetings … Continue reading Sonnet (Bus To Dungeon Ghyll).
Notes From a Fragile Island…28
August 10 2015 Croydon The shopping centre reeks of men's hair product. The haircut remains the traditional short-back and sides, but edges toward something quite Hitlerite of late. There are too many men sporting baseball caps. Too many men in tight or ill-fitting sportswear. Too many oversized tee shirts proclaiming Old Guys Rule, Pink Floyd … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island…28
From Nicholas to Jubilee.
After making love, we drove around the greatest city in the world (for access to the Lakes). You pointed out the citadel and cathedral, painted childhood haunts as gold, wove passages that, on your lips, appointed saints with majesty.
I once found a fluted glass at the foot of a door in a beautiful city where morning sunlight spilled through the Lindens like ghosts lining the streets and I whispered a name that was still unknown to me then but one day poured from your lips to my ears turned in slow motion a … Continue reading I Whispered.
Above the mountain lakes she strides in sleep beneath the moon in honor of the morning song of sparrows cloistered choir of the hedgerow or the little monkeys chatter to the coming Easter Sunday. Waves unfolding one another like the pages of his novel fallen at the bedside table vessels sheeted sleeping lover at the … Continue reading Vessels Sheeted.