Category: Poetry
Reluctance
This was a challenge word a while back and, as ever, my muse decided to do her own thing, too late of course, but perhaps worth posting anyway.
» Read moreThe First Few Days After Death
Purcell and his wife
Henry Purcell (1659-95) was perhaps the greatest English composer ever. They say his wife in anger locked him out and caused his death. It is not so. She had no reason to, she loved her husband, he had given her five children, but he was always late and overworking, and her order was not quite exemplary. When he caught […]
» Read moreWITH CAPITAL
I see the planet as successfully overpopulated, with capitalism accelerating the mining of all wealth from the biosphere. In short, I think we’re dying soon unless we change. Ezra Pound’s Canto on usury gave me the Biblical rhythm for this poem. He was mad but dead serious. I’m half mad and a comic, but not about this. My best friend, an […]
» Read moreDesert wines and roses
You come to me in flashes of delight, and I adore you like a virgin spring in an oasis in Sahara. Let us not be overwhelmed, however, by our love of endless fields of wines and roses, but let us be sensible and handle it with care. I know you are so brittle as an old Venetian glass, and […]
» Read moreUnwavering light of love
The beauty of your soul transcends eternity, if you allow me this small understatement which, however well-aimed at the truth, still misses it by many light-years, since you simply are unmatchable and unattainable. The love you gave me by the beauty of your grace I never will abandon or give up but cultivate forever with affection, guard with piety […]
» Read moreSpring Bride
Spring (at last)
Last Summer in Clare
Slowly getting back to writing new stuff after months of editing – book being printed on Monday – this is a true (ish) account of an afternoon in Galway but names / places changed to protect the innocent 🙂
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