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Home

On our honeymoon, we slept on a mattress in the front room, with no curtains. Then there was peeling wallpaper in Slane and carrymats in the boot of a Cortina estate. In the dark we thought we’d found a quiet spot near the banks of a Normandy river. Then woke to traffic, more exposed than expected, on a roundabout. The swings were greater then, and the roundabouts fun. But while the hinges creak a bit and we’ve metal where once there was bone, a borrowed tent with love inside’s still home.

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Consumed

I went to Pompeii

and saw the ashes

of an empire

preserved

in stone.

If our empire

loved the earth

as much

we would be

consumed

with desire

to dig our way

out of the inferno.

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Consumed

I went to Pompeii

and saw the ashes

of what is left

by an empire

preserved for ever

in stone.

If our empire

loved the earth

as much

we would find the time

to dig our way

out of the inferno.

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Forget

Memory fails. The strings no longer connect. Like gravity leaking from the universal brane, coherent thought gives way to dark matter.

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Fables

Before the 20th century

It was baking and the crops

Banked fires against the cold

And wearing shoes as necklaces

To cross the fields to school.

My granny told me stories

Of babies in the cot

And the breaking of the sod

Clucking chickens in the yard

And why the moon landing

Was nothing but a fraud.

The ‘Flashing Blade’ on TV

And the way the puppets fought

Made the news appear quite odd

But the ‘Polis’ and the baddies

Were the standard stories told.

The years swapped the fabled

For the imagined and the real

But where my granny trod

The ghosties and the earwigs

Still fled in fear and dread.

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31 reads

Our ordinary lives

We don’t hunt for glory,

But nature or nurture

Makes us sharper than knives.

So we carve our own future

And sometimes get ribbons;

Sometimes dirty looks.

We take stock of what’s said;

The praise or the blame;

The cautious advice

That says don’t throw the game;

The backward glances

Of those who remain;

The curses and jeers;

The praise and the tears;

And cries of jubilation.

We are not spooked

Into believing we’re made

To live others’ ordinary lives.

Our motive’s our own

And we write our own story

In life’s changing book

Unapologetic, unexplained

Hoping to mark the sentence

With an exclamation, or at least

Have it read to the end.

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Inconvenient Valentine

A chocolate rose

When winter’s

not done

And friends

must stay apart.

This year

There seems

little room

For romance

Or floral art.

You know;

Inspiration

Can be

Unwelcome

For Valentines.

These flowers

Will not open

To the sun

Or prick you

With their spines.

But allusion

turns to truism

Loss of appetite,

And delusion

Keeps lovers apart

Poetry’s not

always convenient

When it comes

To affairs

Of the heart

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31 reads

No returns

I am birthed,

Conscious of

my magnificence

And hence

Immune

To coddling;

Shrieking my resistance;

Weaned from the need

For your approval

Indignant

In my refusal

To accept less.

And so it continues

Through graduation

New situations

Tackled at my

Invincible best.

Until hark!

It concludes

And the ringing

in my ears

Is understood

As the alarm

Of failing systems.

I don’t want to seem rude

Ungrateful

Or even too concerned.

Surely the design

Could be better?

But in real life it seems

There are no returns.

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Celebration

Jupiter and Saturn

In conjunction

The Christmas star

falls in the west.

The Solstice shrinks

From crossing the bar

Of a demonic year.

Two points in the sky

Become a brighter whole

We look for a presage

In the dark.

Hark the herald

Hear the message

Shed a tear.

Daughters and sons

told to stay away.

The news is bleak

We don’t expect

The buses to run

Church bells to speak

Or Santa to appear.

But the festive lights glitter

The home fire is set

And the candles are lit.

Though partygoers are fewer

And the streets empty

Our inner voices permit

Celebration here.

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31 reads

Red soil

The soil lives

My brother and I

Picked potatoes;

Fought for the furrow

Where the field rises

And water clings

To the clay.

I found a field mouse

And lost it;

While the quiet lady

Closer to the ground

Than all of us

Stooped to gather,

Shaking mud

From the clumps

Filling baskets

With woven hoops

And showing the way.

That late September

Chris gathered more

Among the neat rows

Birthing big blues

Pinks, or canners;

I can’t remember.

But the sad

And the no hopers

Thought to punish

The interlopers

Encroaching on

Their perquisites

So blood was spilled.

It’s what passes

for entertainment

In this rural idyll

The rain falls slowly

And the soil still lives.

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