Upon the moors …
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Fault-Finding
sitting silently
upon these rocks
above the cold
of a quarried box
across the angled
faces steep
watching shadows
slowly creep
and the darkened smile
of a fracture cracked
all through this hill
but here – where hacked
it is exposed
to the wild winds
at this look-out –
but look within
it runs and runs
all along these views
the length of the hill
and for more – continues
so look into
the mountain’s rent
below the manes of pines
by the cold winds bent
for the very heart
of the world is dark
but listen – above
sings the bright skylark
and blue harebells
so very sweet
lie here scattered
all around my feet
nodding with
the summer breeze
for ill winds blown out
now all is at ease
until mid-day
will the shadows shrink
then they’ll grow cold and long
with the black of ink
but until then
under all weathers
I’ll just sit here – in purple
among the heather.
The Morning Stock-Take
the dawn that rises
turquoise blue
above the cold
clear moorland dew
above the valley
mists blush rose
and the early sun
low in the sky glows
on ambered rocks
just sitting here
watching the valley
so slowly clear
petals of rose mist
slowly unfurling
evaporate as
slowly curling
they twist into
the vast blue yonder
while I sit just here
and silently ponder
just sitting here
taking stock
just sitting here
on this cold rock
Escapology
Like a corpse I lie here in state
Just staring at the ceiling with hate
But the only sound in my mind
Is the howling of winds so unkind
As my eyes slide down to my nose
My vision pales out – to snows
And into the mattress I think
My body is starting to sink
Though my body is laden, as lead
There’s an exit doorway – my head
And it leads out into the wilds
Where in bright snows stands just a child
A gentle smile – spirits lift!
As chill winds toy with spin-drift
Over creaking, compacting layers
In the kingdom of the Ice-Bear
As crystals scatter and hiss
The figure is lost in the mists
Just standing – there’s no need to grope
Abandoning all, even hope –
But welcomes the pervasive calm
A kiss, as gentle as balm
Embraced by the enduring cold
Now the boy shall never grow old
Now snows silently fill in his tracks
As with the coming of ice my heart cracks
16.07.12