5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-eighty-two : chanteuse)

she had a sadness
not easily set in song
but words cried for her

Lines Over An Ancient Coast

The green isle sang a melody
as on clouds I floated free
and brought to me a memory
ancient yet not me
verdant dreams of tribal home
and he that I would be

the warrior, the troubadour
a prince of devout grace
with a beggarman’s philosophy
a drunken priest’s lost faith
and as I passed above all time
I gained all sense of place

my purpose then now plain to me
from on these heaven’s highs
all truth and beauty’s delicate
lights dance before my eyes
and without fear I face the west
as to my rest I fly.

Just Writing

this sunset tastes like
eighty three
then nights were
what they’re meant to be
in which we played
our party games
and in them
parts of us remained

The Chart

my fingers trace your coastline
each inlet, mouth and shore
finding harbours for safe shelter
and secret coves I would explore
inside the deep and endless reefs
where waters calm and shine
’tis there my restless voyages
find respite for a time.

5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-eighty-one : contrailing)

riding on the wind
as did the Olympians
are we the new gods?

The Poet’s Died

the verse is wrote
and rhymes are sand
the pen has dropped
from inkless hands
forsaken muse
spirit denied
tear up this song
the poet’s died.

Mask

the minstrel’s smile
is painted hues
of a million tears
and sketched in lines
scratched deep of ink
black from countless fears

Box of Frogs

what happened to the box of frogs
I kept under my bed
I had a look to see if I put it
somewhere else instead
it really isn’t hard to find
all the frogs are painted red
ah now I have remembered it!
I left it in my head

5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-eighty : housecat)

she may be dreaming
or be coiled as a cobra
only time will tell

Lines On A Hill In The Wendland

sad cried this woodland
tears for silent afternoons
that hung as dew
on ancient boughs
for those days
when only songbird ballads
called for companions
and simple stones,
alone
marked a man’s way
through this wilderness.