Sunday, 22 November 2015

Fifteen Years

We’re the last…
Give it another fifteen years…
There’ll be nothing left…

Everything changes
Or nothing.

Day by day
Our cells change,
Our molecules and skin,
While a face in the mirror stares back,
Not completely unknown.

Sunday, 15 November 2015

By Whose Righteousness

An outburst: lightning
And its echoing thunder.

Reaction without restraint;
All the pain of retaliation.

Harrassed, provoked,
Driven into a baited trap.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015


A weal
A red stripe
Like a second mouth

Quiet it said
No more speaking out of turn.
No more.

Monday, 9 November 2015

Blàr na Fala

Disturbed ground
The earth in turmoil
And the blood in it
Season after season
Seeps deeper into darkness.

Out of barren fields
The remains of armies
Rise like ghosts or mist,
A fitting shroud for this 
No man’s land.

…abandoned now…
…men no longer…