Ninja Training

Waking very early, my young son calls me to his room because he’s seen “… a deer-fly on the land-rover”.

There is no land-rover: was this a dream? “No”, he says, “…over there on the radiator”.

There is no deer-fly. I put on the lights and search the room.

No fly.

Sensei wakes, joins us and tells how they, on waking early a few days earlier, unable to sleep, walked to the coast. Sensei says we should go – “We should all go!”

My son, unprompted, says we should go using ‘stealth’. He “…has been practising stealth…” to slip between here and there.

I reveal to my son our Ninja heritage. Our afternoons out doing Archery is really weapons training – our Ninja family weapon of choice. I tell him his siblings have already embarked upon their Ninja training, but that he is yet to start. Perhaps he is now old enough to begin.

I suggest that we should use our early morning walk as an opportunity for my to start his Ninja training – and we do!

 

 

 

In dark-silent paths we moon-light walk

Where shadows tread and quietly talk

Of stealth and movement freeze and dance

Between the sleepers each flows a chance

We stop and look then quietly ride

Undetected twixt each tree’s shadow-slide

To arrive at last where we will reach

This night’s lesson – upon the beach

Not leaving footsteps upon the sand

We walk and run and jump and land

Our only witness the roaring waves

The towering dunes and quiet glades

Quick-silvered moonlight – each wave-crash

Drowns our movement and each bright flash

Distracts the attention of one that strolls

At this early hour, but away we roll

Not silent – muffled and mistakes lost

Amid the crash of wave-foam tossed

As cicada announces the coming day

Inland we slip with the pale sea haze

With steady sureness as dew’s drip

With the breeze to our home we quietly slip

And all the way play our silent games

You crouch by the bamboo – my shadow framed

But coming our way – why it’s Superman!

With his cape he sways onwards feeling grand

Looking up from his stop, feeling fully relieved

Superman meets two Ninja’s – why you’d never believe!!

That moment we choose to step into the light

He stops startled – a moment – considers the sight

Black figures stand frozen invoking power stance

Ninjas! This day and age – just what is the chance?

His Adam’s Apple suppresses his up-rising fear

He considers his life and just what he holds dear

With a tear in his eye, he blinks, shaking his head

The ninjas have gone … if they ever existed

“Gotta stop drinking this stuff ” – stumbling on

Looks at his bottle and then he is gone

22/08/2013

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The Darker

Photograph of the Moon through Pine trees at night

the moon through pine trees

In the sun you do not see me,
standing where your shadow falls
In the night you cannot hear me
although in silence blackness calls.
In the darkness, see the starlight
not visible in day
and in the realm of opal moonlight
rest you – by the window stay.
A fool is what people would call me
a master of deceit and lie
as real as your blackest nightmares
only gentler come whistling by.
In the breeze my weak flame sputters
casting dark, on dark, the night:
but in the gloom can stand – aphotic
so that you can see the light.

Nine Lives

oh how I now must face my fears

drying my eyes away where cold-shed tears

evaporate away to powder – salt

the only trace that’s left of fault

yet it is not true that I don’t regret

but quite what I should do – I forget

and my tears do not belie I’m sad

instead that once my heart was glad

I lived a life that was full of vigour

why I should be sad I just don’t figure

but now comes the part in this fine race

where my heart must live without its trace

nine-lives the cat but perhaps its true

that I had more, but more ran through

perhaps my last one ends just here

perhaps already by my fear

without regret could I live instead

in a world of poetry going round my head

perhaps I could return again

one more time to lift the rhyming pen

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The Mists Of The Sea

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Cloud maps shifting, shifting slow

across the heaven’s ethereal glow

and all about are myriad stars

falling to earth their sunlight far

has travelled long and travelled fast

to fall upon this beach at last

a snow-dome then, of frosted glass

the snowflakes whirling, whirling past

and a misted form – no detail lacking

comes overhead so slowly tracking

through obsidian depths that oh- so deep

will swallow any light and keep

but expiring is the gasp of night

as light brings dawn – a golden sight

and now I stand heart-heavy, sore

a giant wave rises – softly breaks ashore

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Seize Upon The Silence

It is five-am, with little light,

some would say the sky is dark:

before the chorus of the dawn

no birdsong yet – do hark!

But look again, just out there,

where trees all silhouetted stand,

proudly jutting from the earth,

into the night-sky fanned:

an array of branches reaching out

into the darkness – pray!

Is it not for catching moon-beams

that the leaves, all angled, stay?

How can the leaves have silhouettes,

unless the sky is bright,

with the faintly glowing silvery,

constellations of star-light?

Is it that we just don’t notice,

or do we choose that we don’t see,

that softly glowing, heaven’s light,

comes shine – or do we sleep-

walk through each day where ,

so many sights be seen,

that for the simplest beauty, then,

our eyes no longer keen!

So seize upon the silence,

but seize by letting go,

and see that all around you,

is a soft, celestial glow!

Simple Words

Strange, then, these simple words,

that appear within the mind,

come dancing into focus,

some disappear again – no sign!

But others linger longer:

some choose to stay, held fast,

some choose to stay the distance,

and remain unto the last.

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