26/06/06 – Isle of Skye
Bungee larks fall like stones
then rise up fluttering fast
vertically cutting the small croft window in half.
A loch comes in halfway up slicing in from the right,
behind the stone walls falling down in the field,
but blooming with lichen
among the grasses and buttercups
below the buzzard-circled hill.
Yo-Yo’s
Larks rise from the grass
Chip chipping faster and faster
Wings all triangles
Frantic scissoring towards the sky
Then falling
Still singing
Wings not moving
Sliding back to earth.
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This poem means a lot to me as i wrote it when i first started going out with my girlfriend and we lived quite near to each other… September 1998
TWO
Streets apart
We lie in our beds
In our separate boxes of room
I lie stretched out
In the Dark
Picturing us:
Two bodies in
Two beds in
Two rooms.
Two Realities
in space
floating
A distance apart
But connected by my thoughts
And the push-pull of our breath.
Nothing else exists
But where we are
And the air in-between
I breathe in deep
Sucking the air from the streets
Drawing you near
creating a vacuum
between us
And every breath -
When i admit this won’t work
And laugh at myself for trying
I exhale…………….
just as hard,
pushing love to you across the void…
Then,
of course,
empty lunged,
i try again.
02/09/09
TEN
A decade, I say, though I try not to count;
But every time I do go out:
Hello, so nice to meet you!
What do you do?
I don’t. I’m unwell.
Oh, but you really can’t tell…
How long has it been for you?
Since I turned twenty two.
You were so young! Just making a start –
It must have really broken your heart?
Yes. And now it breaks again:
I never thought then
That I’d look back now and count to ten.
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