A thousand leaves Bristling in a bounty of air Gave outstretched shade To a stranger Like fingers those thousand pieces clenched Became the familiar shape of her birth A Fern My shelter from today Did she know Her destiny was not limited to her Solitary Self A search for the sun Once daunting, now complete She was never really Alone
Invisible to me It repeats An endless cycle My careless eye Catches detail Without context Systems of humans Appear self made Will I care to notice They are not This strawberry leaf Droops like her sisters fruit Lightly weighing On her mothers arm Lipstick petals With pale green rims Enclose her jewel Now protected Like a child Held This tree of birth Short and stocky Firm to the floor Pyramid shaped Celebrates hierarchy It’s top down approach By creating beauty From its order Strength From its system My ignorance Rarely connects What binds life here The beauty I notice Created by systems I miss Like strawberry's Made from leaves On a tree I wander By
The night-side of life is the kingdom of the sick I have fallen into your darkness My throat is sore Unwelcome growth is infecting me Flourishing inside of me Id love some of that Calpol stuff from the spoon Today I was a Shrivel A presented face. All else lay wilting I am on the bad side Where health is a distant sun Setting away from here I want your warmth little yellow thing Find me
Senses soaked by salt permit my rest Hills crunch into stretched out shores peering out to sea And as yellow spreads in the fields, people of the land meet In pubs like front rooms, where the pull of pace Has lost its grip, and dreams of equal importance Remain in the minds of honest folk Who without cause for concern go about their way With hope for the day Trusting it will come
I walk, without thought, upon the past beneath Grey brick cobbled for foot and wood Now rubber and road lay siege To Montmatre I think, without care, of the chattering minds Swapping tales of today Some stick in the mind Others float with the wind I care, without worry, for these people The kindness and beauty of their place I rest knowing it will repeat This love has been here before
Bells ring In-between the regular silence That deafens this place And heals it Bong Bong Bong Bong And now the 4pm breeze Slips it’s joyous cold hands Down my waiting neck Just in time Patience Rewarded As we reach the crescendo Of a day well spent Now an evening well earned To sip On these heavenly bells Silence after silence
Lights of the Parisian night Draw shapes on the ceiling Dancing fairies Who only after dark Play in the rooms of sleepy travellers And us the sun rises from the east The playful pixies Slip away to sleep Only to pause For the visitors of tomorrow
How do I know this intuition Of equal and opposite direction The push and pull of mind and heart Won’t be the undoing of me This self I am learning to hear And evaluate objectively Stands like a criminal on trial How to lead with heart And mind And clarity I question Still, the battering winds swirl ahead They make their signal A decision only I can make With no good outcome Now the procedure is complete The advice is taken It is only me Yes or no
Summer haze came and went Too fast Only with time can flowers of youth Bloom the colours of age Only now can I know What was lost Simple rise and fall Gave cadence to days In the endless sun That rolled into weeks Faster than we Could care to notice The landscape Bore ponds of fish Fields of tall horses And nestled in woods A hut Our summer home This place Revealed my colours Good and bad Self-discovery of another kind Far from home No shade to hide The contradiction That my inexperienced hands of time Could not grip events passed Tortures todays waking hours What cruelty To suffer How might I use this experience In my future Other than to note Understanding That cannot be taught But must be learnt
Behind the doctors house I used to play In woodland empty of adult thoughts A space for this curiosity To uncover secrets of the forest I’d follow tracks of hidden creatures Left for me to follow until The scent ran out And the game was up Our travels were silent back then We came here long ago Searching village to village For place Until the swap Caravan for bits of brick To settle was to Stop Now I follow The trail of creatures Who roam this place As I once did
