"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

GOUGH

I remember that day in black and white -
For the world was drained dry of colours
By the men of money-worries and limitations,
Backed by the looters of imaginations.

Over a thousand sleeps before
We celebrated a beginning
That only you could invent.
From day one the changes rang
And our country joined the nations.
So many forces were riled and irate
That the progress was clearly good.

In the following years of crash through
We learned the meaning of reform.
You led us into new avenues
And you smashed the dreary norm.
The headlines railed against you
And your own undermined you;
But we still have the prizes –
Nobody dismantled the best of you.

On the day of betrayal
I stood on the triangle’s lawns
Utterly astonished by your dignity.
I still hoped summer was about to begin
But instead dreaded winter was inducted.

Today the traitorous mongrel praises you
In his infinite hypocrisy.
On that day he murdered you
And would have killed us all
In order to steal your power.
Your grace and serenity saved us.

The election was a farce,
Hip-pockets jangling with cadence
And ignorance paraded as prudence.
Again you stood tall and placid,
Though replaced by a fool
With a mind so flaccid
That he could only gloat,
Pouring acid on aspiration –
Fear mongering -
Promising manacles and meanness.

Now, today, we mourn a great man.


Sunday, October 19, 2014

EXPLANATIONS


How can I explain
When my thoughts are jumping
All around the page
And my heart is thumping
Despite my goodly age?
It goes beyond the laughter
And the warmth of an embrace –
Something to do with love ever after
And the peace of unexpected grace.
Perhaps it is simply a surprise
To find my affection returned –
Compensation for tears and lies
And for all the years I burned.
My hope is that you feel
Half of the joy I know
And you trust my pledge is real –
Beyond this page of tell and show.


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

FOR JACK AND JOHN


So pour the salt upon my wounds and laugh
Then lift your glass and toast your false fortune
And tell yourself you've earned all that you stole -
The air of we who breathe our last too soon.
I saw delights like those that succour you -
Almost tasted the sweet amongst the tart -
But now I crave only what my soul needs
And all I have feeds me and salves my heart.
While fools and dupes still strut and strive for jewels
I stroll and roam a world you fail to see;
I fly above rainbows and pots of gold -
Places where markets' slaves could never be.
Cheap frauds like you will always be around
But your history will never make a sound.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

STORMED

Layered across cashmere blue sky
patches -
Clouds the colour of sweet aniseed sticks
I used to lick when I was only six -
Floating like fairy floss all gone awry.

I sensed the polar wind before it blew
Across the bold cobalt and yellow bay
And watched the sea turn a sad oyster grey,
Its waves rolled back into the fluid view.

Then blackness boiled over the southern hills,
Bulges surging like bows of great warships.
Squalls lashed me like the cruellest horsemen's whips
And sheets of icy rain drenched me with chills.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM



It’s gone five years since the onset of tears.
My heart bleeds pain and I can’t treat the stain
Of lies and jeers, paranoia and fears,
Almost at times insane, beset by strain.
Accused, betrayed, pierced deep by splintered facts,
Cross examined by dilettantes and rakes,
Summoned to courts to see a sharpened ax,
While proxies hissed and spat like lethal snakes.
The faultfinders shaped sins of omission
And failed to prove even that shabby case.
But they bullied to coerce contrition,
Offered up their cover-up to save face.
At night I hear the chanting of the crowd
They will taunt me until I wear my shroud.