Beautiful

She is
in particular,
that one thing,
the thing,
thingymagummy,
what-is-it-called,
the word on the tip of my
diving board--
ahh, tongue--
thing,
on the waiting list
of vocabulary--
waiting for she,
on the tip of toes,
in the bask of sunlight,
in the beautiful mind.

04 August 2012

Sitting in my new flat, enjoying the 10p coin of  lovely English weather. Someone keeps flipping the coin and they can't decide whether they want heads or tails. Will the sun stay or will the rain wash our troubles away? Or will it just get us soaked? Find out next time on Have I Got The Weather For You!

A poem to wash away the wait.

The paper boat

took to the grey seas

on a voyage to discover

its purpose in life.

All it discovered,

much to its despair

was a drain

to the dark pits 

of bohemian Hell.

Clouds

I watched the sun go down with my eyes closed
and the sun rise: I can't see anything but
what are you
where
the clouds are white fluffy things
(that sounds austere)

The Green Man

The green man:

I always see him walking,

just beyond my crimson feet

to a place I'll never know.

My hands are red,

my feet are red

and I prefer to stand.

I can never quite catch him,

no matter how hard I try.

I wait and I stare

at impatient faces,

impatient feet

and impatient hands

groping,

STABBING

that button they depend on.

I know,

I accept,

they want me gone.

They want the green man.

He is loved,

because he walks.

He is the Pied Piper,

right across the road.

The Life of a Gull

When the gulls come of age,

they leave the cliffs that hide them.

Their mothers and fathers send them off

on a quest to change them.

They follow a human boat

around the vast seas:

past silver beaches,

and over dancing reefs.

Dark spirits shall taunt them

and storms shall veer them,

but with the strongest hearts,

they shall persevere.

They shall return to the cliffs,

where they were born,

their wings beating still,

and their strength tired and beat.

Their mothers and fathers

shall welcome them with opens arms,

and they shall settle down

to live the life of a gull.

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(Another thank-you for the inspiration, Phoebe!)

Travels to Space on Exotic Creatures

Believe me,

it’s quite possible.

Simply click your tongue three times,

maybe four

and state the magic words:

then wait—

you’ll be on the back of a giant squid,

otherwise known as the Architeuthis

or wizard of the sea.

Mesmerised by its inky dreamy spells,

you’ll travel through the sky

to the edge of the Earth.

And there you will find,

if you look so carefully,

where the humpback whales debate over mysteries of life,

over a toast of planets

and exotic stars.

The Greatest Chandelier

Every morning I wake to the sound

of engineers clanging

and operators raising the crane.

People can’t see them,

for their orange safety vests

are invisible to the world.

Because the sun

is a giant, whirring machine.

It consists of billions of miniature bulbs,

flashing gold-white light

as the greatest chandelier imagined.

The workers, hired for this one purpose,

tirelessly lift the sphere,

the sphere essential to our existence;

its fragile sheen teetering

on the single point,

the black void,

the construction site.

Then when their work is done

they perch on the clouds

and pick at tuna sandwiches.

They watch the world rise,

and they watch the world wander

before they unhook the sun from its height,

and nobody knew they existed.