The Visitor

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The sunlight wavers

As clouds scud low

Above the surface of the moor.

A scarred moonscape it seems to me

But what do I know,

For my body no longer feels like my own.

Wind eddies swirl

Alien emotions wash over me;

I’m think this is my planet

Just not my home.

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Raindance

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The return of the rain
Brings me to life again.

The touch of this holy water
Upon my skin
Washes me clean
Lets me begin once more.

The passion of the raindrops
Freefalling to the ground
Is the baptism of hope I need
So that I feel born again.

It resurrects a faith
That had all but died.

I feel rain, I feel alive.
 
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Your Silence Speaks

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Your silence
Speaks an ocean,
Of the stars and the dust;
Reflected
Glories
Harder and harder to bear.

Your vengeance
In the crying light
In the shadow of trust.
Sharing out the darkness,
The madness
In Gaia’s despair.
 
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Empty Cages

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We went to the zoo today.
We saw the cockroaches at play.
Elephant and rhino have gone,
Of the panda there is only one.
Empty cages in the zoo today.
 
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The Wood Nymph

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Like a gentle rain

That caresses my cheek

With its sylvan light.
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Originally Published 15 June 2015

Of Grace

 

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A momentary feeling
Of grace in the chaos,
Of calmness despite
This slow descent
Into catastrophe.
Just a glimpse
Into another universe
Like a stumbled upon path,
An oasis of plenty
In the forest,
Appearing out of the mist
On an April morning.
 
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Seeing the Future

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Glittering shoreline
Early morning,
Reflections of silence
Mirrored in the mud.
Runnels and ripples
Curving like lifelines
Across the sand.
The natives read them
As if they’re fortune-telling,
Before with a ruffle of feathers
Coming in to land.
 
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A Poem of Spring

 

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Abandoned memories
Swirl on the breeze, coalesce
Together with unforgiving rhymes.
I struggle to pick out
The strands of imagination
And inspiration
Which I wish to pursue.

The dogs bark out on the moor
And the hounds of winter howl;
Last chance, last stand,
Against the creep of the calendar.
These lengthening days
That mark the changing season.
The reasoning hours of civilisation’s return.
 
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Frozen in Fury

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January is cold; barren season
That life has left a hollow shell.
Only decay can keep a death beat
Where once hearts in rhythm called ‘All’s well!’
Now chaos grows in frozen darkness
Ice warriors of this living hell.
 
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Dilemma

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I’m hanging on, I won’t let go
And give in to this weakness
I won’t let you have the power.
This enchantment is part of the spell
As natural as breathing to you.
But I’m lost if I dare to desire.
 

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