01 -2012

My Inheritance.

A wild wet wind ravages this January night

and legs sore from excema rage as a simile.

Herbal remedies bitter sweet I drink and think

to swallow down and liken as a new raw whisky.

In this battle I cannot complain of newness

and Yet there is a rant about cruel inheritance

Of genes distorted from twisted forebears,

that cause sleeping fingers to tear skin.

I weep not, nor pray for the lost long dead.

For these words are part of my cleansing,

a ridding from the liver to be emptied and

To be torn away by January's strong storm.

© MRL 25 - 01- 2012

2011-5

A Lover 

In eastern sky a flame cherry orange-red 

sends thin fingers to slowly caress a dark silhouette

Reaching across tree tops, pinnacles of mounds, 

plains and hill sides of deep moist valleys

A gradual warming is released, 

sending a distinctive perfume to kiss

as a warm breath on a lovers cheek.

For dawn is bright light

and a Lover has returned

to she who is Great Mother.

His potent gift is all 

hers to have 

to bear 

fruit on earth.

©MRL  22-11-11

2011-4

In War.

Lie poor boys the dead of both sides

who gave all

profit to ammunition manufacturers.

©MRL 11-11- 2011

(composed on the anniversary of my late mothers birthday)

2011-3

On Samhain' Eve

a fire burned and candles flamed

under a waxing moon in a starlit sky.

Walked a single silent file of druids

thrice around a standing stone

each round a blade of the awen.

Forward then to a ritual home

breasted by elder,rowan and oak

a sacred circle awaited secrets.

Each hooded figure called

across the winds of time

ancestors, gods and fae folk

to bring their speciality

wisdom, history and humour

with old tales now forgotten

of mystery and magic.

The ancient ones live on

alive in their memory

they wander to imbue the land

and through the veil inspire

open minds with gifts.

(Let this then be a tribute!)

©MRL 08-11- 2011

2011 - 2

Strong She Wind

A southern strong She wind sings through trees

her decibels of inflexion vary as air pressure surges

I am infatuated by her elastic energy that combs

plucks leaves from treetops to prance as confetti

Her rhythm dictates our wedding dance

restful now she stirs a slight breeze

soft as silk with a rustle of satin

to subtlety caress gentle tears of joy

Stillness within her centre

restfulness peace

stationary air bides

a sublime quietness

Now!

Her strength of passion orchestrates

movements designed to hungrily probe

blow, fan without reserve to salivate

an orgasmic crescendo of lust.

© MRL 23-10-2011

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2011 -

Old Ways

In our dreams.

We soften often old rustic life.

to live under a cosy thatch,

drink water from a spring well,

warmed by log fires

bake bread on hearth,

sit with doors unlatched

scratch pictures on frosted glass

And never mind the Rats!

©MRL 19 - 09 - 2011

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A Birthday Greeting to a Lady Lawyer

May the sunlight glisten in your hair

bringing warmth to your heart;

let the moonlight bathe you

with gentle caresses

and the starlight

put twinkles in your eyes.

© MRL 13- 09 - 2011

Driving Force

Driving Force

It's hard now

to recall that driving force

which raged stormed

through my mind

all those years

of apprenticeship.

as images struggled

to shape

lines of thought, words…

to mould twist pound

conjure clay

pliable grey matter.

my rules I learned

by listening

hearing rhythm

slow - sound - spaces

important gaps

tones of oration

ownership.

coloured vibrant

free flying

love language

sent to torment

provoke

warm tears

in a readers

heart-mind.

© MRL 06-09-2011