Noise vandalises quiet
Fragments of colour
Dislocate and splinter
In the heavy air
Voices compete
For a thin thread
Of attention
Tag Archives: Poetry
RECONSTRUCTION
Wounds healed over
Stitches dissolved
New skin shines pearl-like
In the morning sun
Stretches to touch
The wholeness
Of things placed
Just where they should be
WILDERNESS – LENT 2025
High towers once inalienable
Upended one by one
The dust of their falling
Sticks to the clothes, grits in the toes
As we stagger ill-shod and unbelieving
Through the wasteland
Of past certainties
Our hearts shot through
With the insult of this
And all betrayals
ERASURE
It starts with a fingerprint
Dirt denting the corner
Of soft cream vellum
Cotton fibres interlocked
With care over time
Attention is drawn
From artwork to stain
SOUNDSCAPE
The music of ‘wellness’
Washed clean of all colour
Plays out its servitude
In the glass lift
Boards of directors having concluded
That calm can be conjured
From shallow waters
The panic of thought
Contained by the bland
NOW
Now can’t be edited
Burnished in the looking back
Until it is past
But the fear of winter’s devastation
The unravelling it brings
Can derail it
Sitting quiet with Now
Takes some attention
STILL PROCESSING
Disquiet drops
A question mark
At the banquet
Table where
Overripe, hardened
Mellow and bruised
Fruit of the vine
Are gathered
A WALK IN THE PARK
Slow placing on a winding path
One thought in front of another
A jogger huffs impatient
Warm breath at my neck
I stop holding hands
With contemplation
To let her pass
IDOL
The tongues of the prophets
are swollen, clogged
with the oil of easy living
words unsaid
pile up in hidden corners
as ears are blocked
to the sound of the wind
DISSONANCE
How to hold together
In our eyes and ears
Words and Word
As the News breaks
The angels’ song
Lit by the power
Of our phones
Mud at the wall 