Tuesday, November 7, 2017

SAMHAIN'S BIRTH



Thrown back in time
No fault of my own.

As watery light falls
Greenly through glass

While fumes flow lazily
Up black chimney stack

Smiling smoke turf flavoured
An ambrosian dessert for all

On this ancient day
Ruled by sullen sky

 SAMHAIN has birthed
A new season

and
Winter is her name

born on
 7th November 2017

Heralded by a shaft of Light
in Tara’s Mound of the Hostages.

© MRL 7/11/17

Friday, June 23, 2017

LOVE SHAPES

As lips 

partially apart

open forms 

free fall

gentle notes

musical airs

auricular shapes

whispered whims

borne 

phrase fruited 

vale

misted

love.

©MRL JUNE 23 2017

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

GRENFILL TOWER

Grenfill Tower


Conservative corporate criminals 
Patently corrupt all human law
avoided fire recommendations
Cared nothing for Safety
other than a rich salary
or a knighthood, perhaps ?


It was avoidable you know 
those tides of hot dense smoke
flamed a flow of terrible anguish
ceasing as cindered corpses
or as unrecognisable dust.
All of those deaths unnecessary. 


Survivors at your feet mrs may
only wanted words of remorse
care, respect and tenderness.
Your burden. Tory truth prevented
Killed immediate contact silenced
your poisonous tongue. dead.


We know now what was hidden…
Decision to avoid action. 
Take a risk, Save a few pound.
2009 to 2017 was it worthwhile mrs may ?
Not your life gone up in smoke
and none of them your relations.


Callous Conservatives caused
Grenfill Tower deaths.

©MRL 2017

Thursday, February 9, 2017

BLACK CROW



I saw a Black Crow with wings outstretched fall
from a corner of my eye.
Swoop darkly down disappear 
Gone from sight
I wonder was it really there ?

Perhaps an ill fated Welsh omen yet to arrive
my ancestors blue black
Blew this apparition across fields of time
Their conjurer Llew ap Llwyd ap Adda
who caressed Eve’s loins knew how to do
An apparition.


©MRL Feb 2017

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Poetry Indeed !

I have long been tormented by poetry, 
tortured by lines calling me from their depths, 
in early hours before dawn. 
When even my house was asleep. 
To rise and sit at a wooden desk with pen in front of paper 
and write all alliteration that comes to mind.
Fec ! 
It is enough to drive drinkers mad, 
such prattle, poetry indeed.

©MRL Dec 2016

Friday, November 11, 2016

LEONARD COHEN - Forgive me ?



I stand swaying in dead air
crying a bucketful of dry tears
as deep as the Ocean
Hearing music so soft, so silent.
For a man  who reached his end.
Did his soul touch yours ?
Were you there at his concerts
or like me stone deaf busy ?
I stand in silence now
Begging forgiveness with dry tears
for staying away so long.
Hearing only Hallelujah 
recognising a single rhythm
That filled a hundred songs

Leonard Cohen 
please forgive me ?

© MRL Nov 2016

Saturday, October 29, 2016

MISTRESS WIND



Mistress wind kisses
sweet deciduous trees
her lips sap savouring
sucks caresses
every leaf dry
To paint
Samhain colours
Pale yellow
Red Gold - Bronze
and lays a lovers blanket
to dissolve
Upon the ground.


© MRL Oct 2016