Wednesday 28 May 2014

THE LAST FIRE

THE LAST FIRE

You gathered sticks
to bathe the night with fire,

You, in your element
smiling with watery eyes;
happy sighs - as you bent.

The next day your soul gathered
over your cold body
to be buried under sticks and clay...

Saturday 17 May 2014

THE VALLEY

THE VALLEY

A blow in still from Glasgow
though here  since he was 12.
He was proud of where he lived
in Falcarragh’s valley, not far
from The Station House
where he suffered depression
two years ago.
Hard to believe in a man
with a grin as wide as a rainbow
risng from the mist forming
about the foot of the mountain.

Monday 12 May 2014

THE EDGE

THE EDGE

You smelled the lake before you saw
The edge aromas of a time before
You absorbed the tears of a broken
Mother while they put wet clay
Over your Father.

Loosing yourself in a haze of puberty,
In that barren land; you got lost in an
Advancing mist, but the ghost of your
Father finds you now, leaning in,
And whispering through the breeze;
“you’re not the first to suffer
you can face adversity.”

Moved… to another time, another place,
When you made paper boats; with your
Dad’s fragile breath whispers of wonder
Setting them free….
You look to the sky and feel, you sense
A different sphere and know…. Your Father
Was in his element when he was with you
And water, on this land.

Although much of him has faded
You realise this, it fastens you to
The earth loneliness disappearing;
Drifting away from the edges.