Our own fascination

Whilst standing on the promenade a pod of toothed whales is seen on the beach –  elsewhere a dam is giving birth to a foal the mortal mind within man shouts aloud from the pier preying to Him for an eternal soul the croc feeds on cattle the hippo capsizes a boat – there’s surprise […]

The Story of Santa

for the children… — Once upon a time   there lived a white-bearded man he stayed at home   almost all year ‘round yet as cold turned to freezing and the villagers stayed in he could be heard strolling through the grounds one year when it was frosty his wife bought him a jacket and […]

To the sea

I stand above the solemn fieldwhere strangers come to seewhatever shall be wishing forin news endowed to thee I walk beside the strangest beachwhere friends of all kinds walkand then I dance the dance, so dearbut cannot talk the talk But ever shall we wonderwhatever could have beenif only I had held your handif only I had […]

Does a poem need a picture?

Does a poem need a picturea tapestry of threadlayers of a fabricin your stead for what came before it – the tapestry of mindinterpret as it’s seenor as it’s read like a quilt – a coveringa line of stitching – all in sincdoes the poet rely on morethan merely what the pen may bring the web of inspiration […]

Ne’er to go

The wind shakes – the ground breaks – your eyes wake and blink   a joyful string your baggage light delight in spring and build   create God’s guild love, laugh then chide – before I lose my alibi   I reached the wall – a no-through road – yet in your arms I fell […]

what makes one a fairy

what makes one a fairy give her a hedge to hide behind bring lightning and the strongest fragrance and she will have taller feet – longer arms and bigger hands and delve into the Never-never-land   a playmate remains a little girl travelling to the evening star by horse and carriage ride – abandoning reality […]

out of many

Because one said so is it true who else says it’s so – do you   because one warrants you agreed who else will agree with thee   because one stands tall do you stand too does anyone else stand tall with you   out of many, one – (e pluribus unum) – thirteen letters […]

The tree trunk brought him solace

The tree-trunk brought him solace a place to rest his hand the man more Irish than his whiskey was not long for this land and his bayonet and musket – ingrained in him that day on the ground called Little Round Top lay with him, bleeding, as he’d say; we fight for that man Chamberlain […]