Sunday, May 29, 2011

1985 to 1998

Dear Reader,

You need to read this short note first.
Before reading the poem, because I wrote this piece imagining that I was an aged female and that it is a woman that is narrating a memory from her younger days.
Thank you.

Cool night still
A pulse tears from our
Throats
To you
As a growl
Deep within our belly
Starts a hum
This then the heart of your creation
Our round belly
A song
To penetrate
Your
Starlit mantle
Rises now
In
Adoration
For cool is the air
As
We your children
And foxes
Call
To you
O Moon
Thankful
For
A silver still night
Long ago
When
You birthed
Us
In
Union with
A blood red Sun
This night
The incarnate Moon daughters
Rejoice
In their blood
Time.

©MRL 1998



A Terraced Garden

This terraced garden and Well
Where pearls bright red glow
flows constantly
Irrigating myths to grow
Bubbling in harmony!

This garden secluded, mature
Devas, nature spirits roam
commune unceasingly
In peace so serene, a sanctum
to quieten a busy mind.

Here a day passes among flowers
in hours of meditation
to birth
A new earth
illumined
for people kind
of
Chalice Well.

© 1985



Am not.

Am not an angry young man
no not any more
According to Major John
Am a mellow Me
The fire that raged inside
has died!

O shame what new torment
shall I invent?
To clamour enamour by
a woman!

She whose eyes (perhaps)
visited me mystically?
All those years ago
No I think not!

She channels the inner fire
Fanning flames
transforming wild nights
to a passion
Spent!


©MRL 26. 12. 91



AND!

As Erin's sky alights on darlings
nude sweet smile!

She whose arms
dew cool
enwrap strong limbs
Betrothed to love - United
as earth and sky join
In a passion of ecstasy.

Sated temporary,
not exhausted
thirst driven
unquenchable lust
Desires to melt
forever within
her soft warm nest

©MRL 8. 6. 93



Asleep in a Wood
On Awakening!

On awakening
I stretch at dawn
Fingers
To touch
Feminine folds
A flower
Dew filled
Dreams
of Sunlight
Meadows
Faeries
Whispering
softly
"Creation is Love"

(circa 1994)



Avalon Goddess

Sister you heard the call
from within my mind
Thoughts that scaled
life’s earthbound gravity
Directed to your heart

Your unknown silent image
secretes warmth to our minds
Gushing in our clear dreams
To blossom in sleep
We awake knowing your
Harmony and stillness
Vibrate within to your tune.

Mistress! Wholly Goddess
of Avalon
O’h great wise Love
Conduct Us
we your impassioned instruments
To sing with desire, merge
into your
Heart.

© MRL 1990




BEING

Being, beings

Being we, we beings

We an enigma?

Dredged from dark knowledge.

Dredged beings, beings dredged from knowledge.

Dark beings

Dark beings from the depths

Dark knowledge, deep beings

Being deep of death, dead beings

Being hidden in death, hidden dead beings

Being hidden in earth, beings of clay

Being dead in heaven, beings of heaven

Heavenly beings, being and being just being beings....

being.


© MRL June 1985




I Opened My Eyes'

I opened my eyes, and in surprise

Looked in wonderment

At all that the She-God has made

So beautiful!

everything

Above

and

Below the skies!


©MRL 6th April 1985




IMBOLC

Thrust of Eve’s annual plight
Hourly toil through the night
Shades of green
Colours mellow
Colours bright
Never spoiling, always right
Sculptured leaves
Die-cast petals
Young lambs
Tiny chicks
Spring anew is forged.

©MRL 1990




In Oppression


In Oppression, oppressive state
burns a fire named freedom
confined in dreams - a longing ache
To be free sleeping beneath stars
swimmingly weightless smooth.


In Oppression, oppressive state
burns a fire named freedom
confined in dreams and memory.
Still a longing ache!
Away you Thatcherite's
and your slimy she devil
who cooked books and polls

In Oppression, oppressive state
burns a fire named Freedom
confined in dreams and memory.
A fire fuelled by poverty and division
Twenty thousand homeless in Bristol
Two thousand of whom sleep on city streets.
How wonderful for your great Britain!

In Oppression, oppressive state
burns a fire named Freedom!
Confined in dreams and memory.
Grieve then Saxon grocer's girl
No lacquered thatch for their roofs
Nor an emblazoned Dame-hood
You bitch Maggie Thatcher!

©MRL 12. 4. 86




My Epitaph


Find me some velvet heath
with
furze and fern scattered
where
wild winds work
smooth
Erin's grey granite
high
on some ancient slieve
let
me lie unmarked
as
some old warrior lost
who
lived and fought the battle
And
there to birds and sky
play
a lone piper's lament.

©MRL 7. 2. 94



Myriad of dreams

Myriad of dreams incarnate
arouse the time of mid-life
Renewing lustful longings
once thought lost
To kiss: O wine was never so sweet
and desire to raise glass after glass
Gave a thirst unquenchable.
So touch again and again sweet lips.
Heal historic scars to render bliss
As night rides tenderly till dawn
and Erin's sky alights on darlings
nude sweet smile!


©MRL 4. 1. 93



NOMAD

Nomad I bide in Arthur's land by tumbling water's deep
deep from the hinterland of our Earth Mother's womb

Nearer me is she whose fertile blood stain's streams stones
wax red, who speaks a language unspoken, heals me.

Nomad, at the the edge of land, a constant life giving energy
flows out from under far northern hills to enrich.

The southern chalice, overflowing cascading over falls
to lie in gentle pools, that ripple in smiling light.

I sit Nomad, in this threshold garden and await a legacy
my heart to receive out pouring' from Wisdom's reservoir.

Life, for life was born when her water's broke open
flooding the Earth and the universe applauded She!

She danced out of the stars from a million sparkling planets
and sung in harmony with the Light, She is Wisdom.

Nomad listen! I hear her whispers rising in a rainbow
of coloured strands. Listen with me and hear her inwardly.

She says "Wait, watch, have patience, hear my deep rhythm"
And I wonder for how long - until I am as smooth as stone ?

"Nomad" she swirls about my feet and speaks
"When you're washed, waxed, cleansed, purified
and Love is your Law ! "

O Nomad Wise Woman if only I might see your face?

©MRL 20. 12. 87



POET do you?

Poet
do you?
Scent sunny sky
wispy winter white
smell
smoke of straight stack
clinging carefully
to
thin air damp
and hear
squeaky shoes squelch
tramp towards tomorrows
Freedom filled Fog.

©MRL 10. 9. 94



SPACE.....

There is a space,
space
in my heart.

Space
in my bed
a vacancy.

A lonesome
space
an emptiness..

A space
That requires
Love.


©MRL 10. 2. 94



The Seekers!

We've seen them the seekers
on the Tor

Lusty youths and girls,
Pensioned Lecturers,
Middle class clerics,
The frantic devout,
School mizzes and hoards
of click Photographers

We've seen them the seekers

Every year they come
To this green ancient temple
Alive in myth and stone
Fed by intimate images deep
To rejuvenate their Souls
the bloody New Age pilgrims!

©MRL 8.1. 86



To HELEN
(born in '72)

You are a gift to us

Little daughter of the Light

Heaven made

from

Bride and Bridegroom
- High

There is peace in your face

and grace in your heart

So expansive your love

It warms the embrace.

©MRL 6th April 1985



Tricia Blakely my friend


Pick up that pen
the elements
welcome you
For keen senses
fresh eyes
the will to translate
Earth
Air
Water and Fire
Seek
then your prose
Write
with vigour
feel desire's
sweet pain
that Poet's
Love!
The whole
universe is yours
All
molecules and anti-matter
Every pretty thing
or ugly blemish
yours to cherish
'from Popes pimply bum
to Hare's foot locket'
All winsome
words to describe...
When phrases call
You
to burn midnight
and write
in sweet toil.

New Bard
WELCOME !

©MRL 4. 2. 94



YOU!

You have been chosen
Desired from among the many
This night
This full moon night
You!
Will fulfil
And
Perform
A
Pre- birth
Promise
To
Enjoin with your sisters

The sisterhood
Awaits
Your attendance
To share in the delights
Of this
Promised night
To dance on sacred ground
Around ancient stones
Weaving threading spinning
Singing
The creator ix
Song
Mother among Mothers
You and her
Belong.

©MRL 1998

2 comments:

  1. Wondrous and beautiful! Packed with emotion...there is so much here to contemplate. I think that I will come back and read them one at a time and just ponder each as individuals. ;^)
    Thank you for sharing your soul.

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  2. I greatly appreciate your succinct comments Cynthia - Thank You

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