Coole Park in March Twenty Ten
Coole Park in March Twenty Ten
Blackbird song under sun
echoes in sparse gentle rain
Through trees a breeze whispers
rattles twigs on bare branches
That wait expectantly to birth
bud leaf as hesitant Spring lingers
Above gravelled paths trodden
through woodland to lake or garden
Hidden old voices traverse converse
Tracks to collide with modern mind
to hear the intonation, an energy
A creative literary expression
borne in tranquil ancient air
Old inspiration so very rare
To kindle bright fires in the mind.
as a line of white ferries queue
On lakeside to carry earth spirits
from shore to shore across time
Past beyond AE or Yeats or Shaw
Where Tuatha and their Gods dance
forever, still alive noble proud race
On glowing illumined waters an entrance
extends past finger tips pens paint a grace
That human kind interprets tenderly.
As fragile as glass, as bright as bronze
a glimpse of fianna, faery and sidhe
Rise in wood smoke before our eyes
cry tears bereft of a child's vision, yet
We listen and yearn again to see.
©MRL 01-04 -2010
I ask that
She Moon with her energy,
shines, surges in subtle dreams.
As keen as a gulls cry,
over tranquil waves of sleep,
grants you the guiding symbols,
images and inspiration
That will fill your need
To let rhythmic
stanzas spread as seeds
from the pomegranate
to flourish in your heart.
© MRL Jan 2010
On a cold winter's morn a surprise !
Delivered to our door, a wide white mystery
A package from England.
Addressed in a hand I knew not,
a sender address & postal code so vague.
Yet vaguely it tripped my memory
'TA' ? Taunton' said my mind but who ?
For those that I knew there,
Now lie long dead
At the package I stared and felt carefully
Slim both ends yet fat in the middle.
Mystified I looked and listened
(No they don't … send bombs ?? )
So in normal fashion I tried
to prize paper apart - failed.
'Use scissors!' said She who knows
'O yes that's easier, how clever
Thank you' said I
The bright white outer layer removed
revealed a cat food box intricately cut.
Then playful poly-wrap with bubbles
that pop when squished.
(I enjoy to play as a boy !)
Layers next of fine dark blue tissue
with a carriage label attached
A private secret message from
A woman, an artist well read.
So unwrapped, lay a gift crafted by hand
In pride of place it now hangs
Captures early eastern light, flies
A Heron bright in clear centre panel
Etched, engraved forever in flight.
Our gratitude and thanks
to you dear liZZie
© MRL 2010
Darkness sweeps its cloak around us
drenches warm hearts to cool
desperate, morbidity forbears tears.
Long, still un-tidal nights flow raggedly
as misshapen dreams run wild, untamed
universal womb spins in chaotic time.
Ever silent solstice sun lies still
amid turmoil, mother earth She weeps
over wet rotted summers leaf - now gone.
Nature, nurtures near miracle, a shift
stirs skywards, time becomes unbent
Daylight has lengthened One minute.
Royally reborn, rested light returns to renew
fulfil ancient, unwritten charge - chaos is ordered.
The Sun returns vital and refreshed!
© 22 - 12 - 2008 MRL
In black purple cloak
a figure hidden
circles stone bare of foot
Owl's wing long dead
sweeps incense through
a white light night
Time to rhyme Moon
chant deep song
breathe intent charm
Quick as light
Bat dives and goes
In speed with feed
Chant alone chant together
Come sun warm rain
make flowers bloom
Shine petals bright
to feed Bees
for Druid Mead.
© MRL April 2008
The Hill of Tara
From the prominence of mound
Eye’s walk slowly across pastures
to where sunset merges green
and grey islands drift silently
in a rising tide of amber.
Our outstretched minds seek hungrily
a bread of landed sea-sky
to optically digest
the magic of a new dimension.
Unhindered swirling waves
born of an untamed power
rotated by Sun Moon energy
Whose long seas seek
scream a wild throaty roar
To smash the fortress cliffs
asunder; wet wearing winds
In unceasing hunger battle
Plunder an ancient guard
of old Devonian stone.
To reclaim space, land
on which to expand.
Pulverised rock - small sand
floods wide the old boundary
In pride of new sea-room !
©MRL Nov 2007
The Sparrow Hawk on patrol
soundless swift sweep of wing
Prey in sight divides light
To kill disappear beyond bright.
Creeps child of forest's edge
stop, listen, one white scream.
A rapid rapier's beak struck
twilight to red dark death.
A spiral hidden from sunlight
tunnels through black earth
Family cavern warm mourn
their rabbit summers first born.
©MRL NOV 2007
ODES TO CHOCOLATE
Only for the gracious cocoa bean
I would not be seen
upon the streets alive and well
instead my head
a padded cell
O chocolate I do love
when all around me
I eat a slab of the best
Fine and Dark
To stop me from
At night when all is quiet
I am alone to dwell
on frustrations of the day, Past.
Silently I slip away for a secret
I rip a dark rich bar
break in half!
and square by square
Till endorphins do their work
and peace returns,
My Goddess she comforts me
Her skin near black is velvet smooth
My tongue laps, caresses her body
and as saliva gathers
I swallow her deep unto me
Know you then any better communion
to savour the wholly one
who is by another name