Friday 24 January 2014

APPARITION



It was an almost
Broken-down door
That loomed,
Standing
Between me
And something..
Something…
I was not sure.

It stood,
Groaning
Against the weight 
Of the wind;
A door
Hanging loose
On its hinges

The damp earth
Had made a feast 
Of the red-wood
And 
The rot on the inside
Could be seen
In ghastly patches
On the outside
It stood,
Rattling
Against the force
Of an unruly wind
A door
Threatening to break
From its hinges

It stood,
 Strong
In its obvious fragility
And I 
Drew back -
Too scared
 To touch

A mightier wind
Rose
Hauling me against it,
And as
I fell through
…Stunned that 
The door still stood
I wondered…
If
The door was
The apparition
….
Or
I was.

Friday 17 January 2014

ART ON THE ARTIST



It
Kept asking and asking
For
Some kind of passion
To
Ripple through it
In
Heated, forceful waves,
O
My perfectly importunate heart!


In a coy, meandering dance
This
Flowing lava of my soul
Seeps in 
Then out
 Onto everything
I
Touch
It 
Tells me: 
“Cry out if you must,
Lie here in 
Silence
 If you can,
But 
Let me 
Break you
Along with 
This antique box of
Colours
Let me 
Paint your world
In gaiety”


I cannot refuse
What engulfs me
So
I am unable to resist
This sweet assault
To my soul


The grand master
Of art
Works on the artist’s heart
And the art of the artist
Is now soaked in 
Blood 


O blessed importunity!

Monday 6 January 2014

NOT A SINGLE TEAR


I heard that life
Beyond this place
Is a constant celebration:
Reunions
By the second,
Hugs sent round,
Memories shared.

I know you'll wait
For me
So we walk
In gardens of flowers
Never before seen
So we talk,
So we catch up.

But
What do I tell you
When we meet?
How the world got darker?
How passions grew stronger?
How new things
Quickly
Became
Old?

Or 

How I 
Never
Mourned 
You?