Month: October 2018

He arrived at the crossroads,
looked left, right, straight ahead
and back over his shoulder,
made his choice
and walked into the arms
of a future he would not
have otherwise known.

They changed the guards
when you weren’t looking
and changed the song
to a tune you never knew
and left you stranded
behind an unlocked door,
beneath a sky of blue.

I have driven holes
through hedges
with the word
for a long while now,
she said,
I am tired;
it is time for others
to crawl through them
and tell us what they see.

He stepped out of the door
into the cool evening,
the bar was closing
and the poem had been told
the convivial banter silent,
he on the pavement,
alone.

AFTER IT HAS BEEN TOLD
I left the poem
suspended
in the back room of the bar.
It was left in
the enthral
of the knowing faces,
the single tear
that tracked the cheek
alone.

I looked inside
the heart of the tree
to find the seed
that would have me be
and there I was
a leaf, a branch,
a forest born
for eternity.

Oil and wax and
soft rag working the wood
into colour and grain,
Tree of the earth
Crafted by the woodworker,
warm heart revealed.

We move between
the light and the dark
the green and the orange,
on one hand we fight for this
on the other we believe in that
all the while unsure
which image on the coin
holds our allegiance.

The road is empty now,
the flashing lights and the orange cones
with plastic tape strung between them,
all gone. nothing left to say
that you were here;
nothing at all as I drove home.

Nothing is won without a fight
All things wrong turn out right
Bathing in the greatest power
Swimming in the sea of love
We carry between our teeth
A rose of wine and blood.