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

CLOSURE

management said The Yard is closing with effect - immediately

I saw in a dark corner a senior foreman weep

heard another knee deep amid wood shavings cry

It went against the grain this……for my father said

“Big men don’t cry”

I shouted at his grave the Sea and said

“They do, they do !”

Watching waves of tears flow once - unknown

Fears of a future wrecked, washed up - beached.

scattered stocks held craft part built

never to float or taste the salt

Idle debris of design and trade

For a century of industry has ceased.

While grown men weep.

© MRL 2016

ONE BEING

Between blue and green 

I sleep dream

glide givingly

float freely 

voluntarily

to slide silkily supple

as a breath of air

to She a gilded golden

sunset singing softly

her hymn - my twin.

We one being.

© MRL 2016

BOUNDARIES

A blossom of old faces stare silently on old walls

none drawn by a human hand just nature in relief.

Some on raw ancient weather washed stone,

others rendered on a lime sand mortar mixed.

Women wearing hats not now seen and hairstyles unique

while men bucolic bellicose frown and stare down.

Others too stay hidden unbidden creatures

seemingly fossilised in servitude to ancient gods.

They are infused amid green leaves to shrunken brown

in hedgerows around wild wooded forests lurking

Barely discernible, threatening my eyes to espy 

their existence these the old dead and yet alive!

© MRL October 2016