Day: January 7, 2019

Dunwich Heath [ a triolet]

The memory of Dunwich Heath
The birds so rare, the sea so near
The  broken marble  on the beach
The  inner fires, the burning Heath
The trees that hunch, the wind so East
The savaged,polished rocks now dear
The sacred life of languid heath

My future  fell   away like Dunwich Town

My future  fell   away like Dunwich Town
I stand  alone on cliffs above grey sea
Watching all  my hopes and wishes drown

Marble from the churches settles down
Fragments are washed up erratically
My future  fell   away like Dunwich Town

My foot, mistaken, stretches out again
Struck by fear, I pull it to safety
Watching all my  plans and wishes drown

Insecure,I struggle  with my gait
Is the pavement real, is tarmac sea?
My future  fell  away like Dunwich Town

Is there any name for  my new state?
Which phone or book has songs for  a night sea?
Who made me and brought  my wishes down?

To you the pavement’s solid and no sea
That is not how  pavements  seem to me
My future  fell   away like Dunwich Town
At the end of land, my ego drowned

 

Her virtue and her vice competing streams

Dreaming of my landlady again
Her accent posh as if she would be Queen
She hated  mess and mould but mainly men

Pure and tidy like a new made nun
Her virtue and her vice competing streams
Dreaming of my landlady again

As she grew older, purity was won
Her husband ran away and she turned green
She hated  mess and muck but mainly men

I wonder what might be her favourite sin
Eating Weetabix with milk and cream?
Dreaming of my landlady again

Her spouse  provided her with just one son
His cot  annoyed her husband ,I presume
She hated mats and mice but mainly men

She had no vacuum cleaner than a broom
She polished it with duraglit at noon
Dreaming of my landlady again
I gave her up for Lent but she’s not gone.