~ What Love ~



The poet....

Celtic,

boiling voice

rang clear.

A smile of snow

through sun.

Advancing heart,

a flower bared.

The heat shut in,

and silent words

appear

vaulting charm

and grace.

Prose praised,

heart failed.

What love....

8th June 2010

~ Hiraeth ~

Sun warm on skin.

Rogue wind. Cool. Gooses my flesh.

Eyes roam over ancient hills.

Feel small but I am huge...

So much a part of all I see.

I breath it. I feel it. I embrace it to me;

greedily holding on to what is left.

I grieve for what has been lost

- so many changes in my time.

I grieve...

I grieve...

I grieve...

hiraeth...

hiraeth...

hiraeth...

7th June, 2008

~ I Sit Quietly ~

I sit quietly...

a leaf, coloured by autumn drops from its tree.

I sit quietly...

a tortoiseshell butterfly flies by my face.

I sit quietly...

a bumblebee lands on a flower by my feet.

I sit quietly...

a Robin serenades me from a nearby branch.

I sit quietly...

a money spider comes to rest on my hand.

I sit quietly...

and see and hear a large skein of geese as they fly by.

I sit quietly...

and hear the whoosh of the sea below me.

I sit quietly.

With Nature.

5th October, 2009

~ Waters of Silver ~



Waters of silver,

a shrine to sprinkle

ancient air.

Tree, bare, naked.

Stones breath in.

Silent water

rising green and sharp

and grieving,
comes broken

in red and white.

The stone of shore,

a gentle, soft yellow.

The river,

purple, light,

springing journeys

with the day.

5th September, 2010

~ The Beat of Footsteps ~

Alone,

in deep mud,

crawl

the beat of footsteps.

Cold

in a bed,

a secret

told.

The owl drifting solemn

down the night,

as

grave thoughts

sleep.

31st March 2010

~ My Love is Scarlet ~

My love is scarlet

and ruby.

Cocky and merry;

rich in stars;

 ancient with shadows;

never sober.

Brightness sweet as air

Singing away.....

20th October 2009

~ I think I hear voices ~



The sky with light of Spring

when wind vaults the eagle's wing,

seizing shy fingers from sleep

on fighting waters.

I think I hear voices

cry on the wind.

3rd November, 2009

True Love

Lights soft and silk

peruse the mirror of honey.

Sparkling stone sighs,

and the moon

comes down on the rain.

Found

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True Love

8th June, 2010

~ In the White of the Moon ~

In the white of the moon

a horseman lives,

naked in honey~heather.

Silver~night river

silent,

soft under the sky

Sings.

8th February, 2011

~*~



A starless night

sleeping,

calls out to hear

the breeze and trees

as they run,

red-fingered

and white as morning

through the veiled

mist

13th January, 2011