Thursday, 29 October 2015


In the dead eye of winter
When you sought a place of vantage,
Shelter and strength you built into stones.
On a fastness of rock
Over marsh and brack you held dominion,
Watched without rest from a nest of slabs,
Let none assail the fortress of your night.

Not There

I had
So little time
To look for missing things,
Small things mislaid, as long-lost
As the faded memories
I have of them.

Wednesday, 14 October 2015

Not A Day

This is not a day for poets:
Its endless, rythmless hours
Break over us in torrents;
Incoherent and dissonant.

Friday, 9 October 2015

Light and Ash

These are the times
Of the one white light;
These are times
When the source
Is more important
Than brightness,
Where those of us
Caught in the glare
Stand dazed and dazzled,
Casting pitiful shadows.

Wednesday, 7 October 2015


An intake of breath;
A sigh,
The words of which,
Whispering and new
Hang like fog upon the air.

Sound rises
Out of silence;
Sound, shaped by utterance,
Speaks or dumbly rejoins it.

Friday, 2 October 2015


Like love made.
Coagulant bodies slide
Upon the coming dawn.