Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Three Funerals and a Veil: Dream Poem 16

It was her Father’s funeral
She was all in black, white tights and a long black veil
She wrote her name in black – on her shirt hem - over and over.
She lay on the floor
People were a bit shocked but just looked.

And she was thinking, ‘I only have to do this one more time and that will be three funerals for Dad’.

Sunday, 13 March 2016

The water III

Strange and strong
Not fragile
Fragmented – the elements
Oily roiling of the waters
Mighty roar

Ripulous ripples.

Saturday, 12 March 2016

A Birthday in Rydal Mount.

Shifting clouds
Like sand through a time glass
All the shades of blue night
Morning never staying still
And behind the mountain
The rock
the bedrock
The place of scrub
Herdwick and hardy flocks
And amidst it all the rain

Softly wet.

Friday, 11 March 2016

The water II: After Bill Viola’s Tristan’s Ascent.

Beauty of our fragility
The beauty of pure life
The announcements of
Drops of water on our faces.

How, how, how?
Once we were dust of the ground
Once we were raw
Once we were elemental.
Our parts divided
To water, metal, earth.

The flood.
oh take away the water
It is drowning us
We are engulfed and dispersed
We are subsumed in this
Torrent of life.

Save us
Or we will drown.

The rain goes up
My senses are raw with the horror
The dark – the slab
The rain going up

The noise tremendous.

Thursday, 10 March 2016

After: Ori Gersht Big Bang 2006: II

A subconscious awareness of a subtle horror
A Dutch master’s dark and light beauty
And suddenly noise and violence
Shattered glass blast
Glass grinding crunch
Shredded shards fall in slow-motion
Fatal beauty
Hidden power
Hungry explosive devours beauty and perfection
And leaves a single bud blown
By the back-draft of the moving air
bombed erased lives
Scattered fragments
Collateral damage
The troubles
Ground zero
The uneasy beauty of destruction
The finality of death
Latency of
Amazing grace
And instant irradiation.

Monday, 7 March 2016


All rise
Magdalenas and
Madeleines soaked in tea
Treats and tastes
Small cakes full of

And savor.

Sunday, 6 March 2016

The water: after Bill Viola.

Whatever enters your heart
Is a guest from the invisible world
Entertain it well. Rumi

The ones that are left behind
The ones that have gone before
The wall of water
Is a veil of light
A shadowland
A mist of becoming
A journey
A lifetime of onwards ever onwards

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Still life: after Ori Gersht’s Big Bang 2006.

As I turned round
I caught from the corner of my eye
a darkened space
illuminated by white roses, as in a Dutch still life of bygone days
a movement from the centre
shattered the scene of pastoral beauty
 of muerte natura
 and all exploded
 shattering every petal and stem
 sending fragments cascading outwards
 in divine trajectory
 and after the dread explosion
 the plague
 of a rain of blood in slow motion down and down and down
 the pieces fell in devastating confetti
 left waiting
 in the black
 one stalk of geranium waving back and forth

 through shards of glass and slowly falling debris.