Tuesday 30 July 2019

Ozymandias Recycled



















A traveller 
mocked a king,
beside the sand
round which cold passions
command decay
and said,

‘Frown away,
sneer, half despair,
look on the desert sands,
sunk and level;
bare the lip,
read these lifeless words
far from those stone remains
that met the wreck of things.

Wednesday 17 July 2019

Faces














Faces,
white as cumulus,
people the clouds;
expressions drift
with the weather;
a dark nimbus
shadows their eyes.

chamaenerion












fenced
plantation woods
bracken banks and
chamaenerion
rising into
summer

Sunday 14 July 2019

in search of…










someone went in search of
   God
in the lines of a book
   between cracks in creation