Saturday 26 February 2011

Monster

yanking awkwardly at my heel
a snag
a nagging pulse 
the dry memory of a folded year

cautiously i anticipate silence
as i unfold into the dream 
walking 
talking
lost with no name

hiding
i close down receptors
shut out light
dissolve into darkness

adrenaline courses through my veins
my heart is flung from its cage
and into my mouth
to scared to speak

the monster is within
it knows where to find my secrets
it devours everything it can
in hungry pursuit to be fed

every dimension of me is torn 
ripped 
ravaged
running towards 
some silent shore
scattered earth
beneath my feet

now i am born wise
piece by piece i am retrieved
soldered 
healed
soothed by advancing years
a deep rooted wisdom that holds my fractured heart 
with tenderness
respect

speaking truth
owning fear
the parts of that unfolded dream
return
and i welcome each one home


Thursday 24 February 2011

Poem of the ancestors


Beauty, deep to touch the soul
forever foraging in woodland vales
far dreamt wylds
beneath sycamores and mighty oaks

beneath the sombre tombs of great warriors
lie the remains of men
forgotten by my own eyes

ancestors call out to me into this night
with bitter wails, they cry out to be remembered

merely touching the hem
i peer into this unchartered territory
bewildered
lost in an ocean of voices
memories

"who calleth to me this dark night, who speaks in lightning tones"

I am drawn to oceans
to tumultuous seas
to the ravages of a clan of war

the wind whispers
the clouds spell out violence
raw, passionate in all its hues

strong and free
their blood courses through mine
even still
they speak to me this way
their inheritence is seared through my very core
and is as hot as the iron that forged it in the very beginning

I reach out
i speak and seek
their hands in this wild night
i am grabbed fiercely and led out of the darkness
into the blinding, almighty light of my forbearers
to be announced and annointed

hollow bones

my bones were made hollow at birth
so that love could be blown through them
so that it could flow
move mountains with a soft whisper

my heart was made tender and plyable
so as to hear the words and hearts of others
seeing
listening ears to the ground

my song was made as a light
to shine on dark places
blessed spectacular bursts of beauty
explosions of colour and depth

my hands were made for touch
to sooth
away doubt
take broken wings
and bruised knees
the warm cupped palms
to chase away fear

my laughter was made by the moon
high jinxed and potent
fuelled with lunacy
warmed breath
takes smiles
as they form in the swell of my breast
and roars

my strength was made in adversity
bloody flesh wounds
the harrowing cry
the lonely walk
teachers of great sorrow
grant me knowledge

my wisdom was made of an age
not yet fully understood
the ripening stage is afoot
i am made wide with the knowing
and unknowing

Earth, love, gratitude, grace, beauty, light and above all sky

The Journey

walking the path of an arrow

straight figure headed guide
quivers
vibrates with clarity
aims for the unquestionable target

near misses pierce the skin
around fragile hearts
surrender me to the night sky
where solace is born
from its flight

dual lover
punisher of flight
can you hear me calling
deep into the night

i am borne from loving
tis dreamings bow i weep
this tender breathe
you bring to me
is a slow and lulling sleep

i am neither mistress
or maestro to your woe
i am merely flesh and bone
addicted to your flow

Tuesday 22 February 2011

Cloud





there is a well of longing deeper than an ocean
a wall of doubt higher than the moon
 yet a song somewhere is playing
a slow beguiling tune
there is rhapsody in sunlight
there is beauty in this breeze
there is a sanctuary 
if held up to the light
within this dream we weave
there are stars lit above our heads
as messengers of hope
there is a smile upon the drama of a cloud



Tuesday 15 February 2011

There is a warrior in your heart

There is a warrior in your heart, she sits and waits, waiting for the stillness, ready for the truth. She strikes and wrestles with great courage, she conquers fear and tastes life - listen in the silence to your heart, listen to the beat of your own drum!

Gratitude



slowly the bud ripens
takes shape and form
preparation
for the new dawn

blood is subdued with stillness
radiating
revolving 
weaving its wisdom 
through the rich tapestry
belonging to a heart

crimson hues 
turn green
brilliant white skies 
seize melody

follow me down to the stream
watching the ripples flow
watching time unfold
knowing 
softness has been bestowed

grateful heart
sings
sweet rain falls 
and the birds soar

i am now
i am the flow