Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, Poetry, relationships on October 18, 2016| Leave a Comment »
your voice
your voice like a loving sea murmuring
and me again oblivious lost in mazing pattern.
we weave and are woven, a cloth to keep us warm
and a fire for light and for a future.
bedded together, dibbed between hills,
hammocked in cloud and sun
between two singing rivers
under a patient sky.
and the dead so close to us
we can feel their breath and dream their dreams
and live for them a fresh life
with the same old sorrows and joys
as ever it was upon this earth.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged art, conjunction, dance of death, death, Death and the Maiden, dream, love, medieval iconography, myth, passion, Poetry, Romance, text on June 12, 2014| 4 Comments »
These are some more pieces from my ongoing project, “Death and the Maiden (A romance)”, which developed from a couple of images from the V and A I have posted earlier. At the moment I have a series of layered images, becoming dreamy abstracts. These I may add text or calligraphic elements to. The verse imagery parallels and complements the pictures, I hope. Love, sex and death – how very…
Peel back the curious eye,
A dancing touch to your innards,
Let it pierce the mysteries
Of your fleshly mechanics….
Your cool fingertips, smooth as pearl,
Slip down roads to sudden roundness,
A blessing of seed…..
Swimming where oceans clash,
The liquid crush, wave on wave.
Our very ground throbs feathered…
Pouring souls into circles
Achieving the fruit of life,
Its juice drips warm to sleep….
Your face, a half moon
In the sky of my desiring….
The most perfect words
Slip between the cracks of sleep…
—
Cradled in bone
Time rocks to and fro.
We trespass not so far
Then flow smooth and fast
Into luminescence,
Penetrating softnesses,
Following sages, burning letters
Flying before us.
An unprecedented rivalry of substance,
A cloud of element and vapour.
Demure, then ferociously hungry
We exchange bodies for heat and flame
And roaring liquids.
Pouring vessels.
Spout of hard bliss.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged abstracted, art, life and death, love, mortality, Poetry, vision on April 23, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Subliminal words for “Death and the Maiden”
1
I will remember the smell of lilac
The white lilac, the purple lilac
And your voice
Dark and velvet
Rich with desire….
2
in starlit gardens
Light, fast steps.
The whispers
Are not from warm lips,
Shadows lean closer….
3
Folded memories,
Tracked, haunted,
Silent wings
Hungry….
4
Here she is
A budding, a blossoming,
A spring dawn, a summer dawn
Perfumed with sunlight
Alone, unconcerned, self-radiant.
5
A point, a pause,
A reason to slow time,
Slow space,
To cease pointlessness,
To hold still
Orbiting her gentle
Graceful gravity.
6
The clattering mists congeal.
I gather to myself
A memory of flesh,
An ache of bone,
A throb of sinew.
Reclothed and sublimated,
My fingertips yearn
( the push of, swirl of,
Flesh, a feast of remembering and forgetting).
Forgetting myself
Utter a sound of life,
Silk whisper, birdsong,
A thrush or blackbird
Sated on cloud and green rain,
A bundled heart,
Redeemed,
Understood.
7
A swan’s bones
Are as light as air,
As hollow as her sky-stretched voice.
8
It is the porcelain skull
Of winter, translucent
With hunger, decorated
With ice feathers.
Faultless, perfect ruthless frost.
All remorse stripped of flesh,
All bitterness spent.
All waters hollowed,
All sound rested.
A linearity, a sped arrow,
Targeted, released,
Quivering at its mark.
9
Stipule and stamen
We are petelled fragrant,
Purely, demurely lascivious.
Our love is perfumed,
Botanical. Wrapped
And layered, lipped
And tattered edge,
We protrude demurely
Into the world,
An impossible biology.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ambient erotic, art, dreamlike, evocation, impressionist, love, moon, pale loitering, Poetry, senses, smooth, symbolist, vision, white on June 3, 2013| 6 Comments »
A LOVE SONG OF THE MOON
sideways drift
long bones curve
surprising silk,
always surprising
sideways drift
lilt
dream eyelid smile
opening pale, lucent
slip slow
foam falling
drip,dribble
one drop
viscous, sweet
night falling in
acres: time blankets
enfolding white
silent gasp, always,
always
ever is
slightly vanishing
hidden, certain,
downwards
long-boned,
spine line
tingle-tipped
inward curve,
coved, curled
combed, covered,
feathered
sigh breathing
bell
snow cold
melting, settling,
melting
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged coupling, fertility, love, May, morning, nature, Poetry, seasons, sensuality, spring on May 1, 2013| 1 Comment »
MAY, KISSED
White puddle
Seed cools
Moon damp
Blue
Sky bed.
May dawn
Opening
Long-limbed,
Dewed.
Kissed, one
By one
Each fold
Each hollow.
Sun-covered,
Warmed,
Held.
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