Category: Twitter Poems

Surreal almost, the rusted, iron posts
breaking through the surface of the sea
like broken soldiers, bean-stalk thin
and sunken lean, forgotten, wasted,
flogged each day for their ignorant sin.

It is all so much clearer in the still light
down on the beach with the silver-grey
surface of the sea reaching all the way
to the roof of the low sky; here is the
beginning and the end, both together,
at the same time.

The hall was alive in the evening,
the band and bard in place, the
dimmed lights, the shadows giving
space to each heart; and there
we dined alone and together, on
a little bread and wine.

Come shadow and dance me deep
through the splinters of moonlight,
across the dark stretch of beach,
let me feel the soft sand beneath my feet,
buoyed in your arms, I believe
the stars I can reach

I drink the red wine and you the white
while your shaggy-haired friend
takes her leave from your side;
sweet companion of the years
bids farewell one last time and
leaves the garden gate unguarded.

His callused hands
grip the pick axe
and he drives it
against the rock
to prise it from
the earth; it is not
an easy task – much
like the gleaning of
stubborn words
for the page.

Like a memory scratched
across the darkness, the
shooting star lit up his
heart and reminded him
of the great wonder
waiting to be revealed.

He falls behind the way of love, like
a sad song falls into the darkness;
he is lost then, looking for the hand
that promised never to fall.

She will learn a new way to live
without him; together they were
each other, their times bound by
heart and land; the land remains,
her heart is broken, in the ruins,
the seed of his life offers a small
shoot.

The night is empty, hollow of heart,
the thin crescent of the cold moon
hangs high above the scattered stars,
watches over the way of love, scratches
a memory across the darkness.