Month: October 2021

Too literal?

Keep safe,,….. Kill yourself now

Lost your head? You are better off without it.

Don’t believe me ?

He is that loseth his life shall save it. Jesus

Let go and relax.Die of starvation.Free to all in the Third World Claim it now

Hard bones

Children learn to walk, they fall and scream

Their little bones are soft and rarely break

Now I am afraid I’ll come to grief

And end my life by making a mistake.

To die by choice is sad for those your friends

To die in error sadder for that end

Unconscious of the motives for your fall

Such anguish for no reason will appal

Risk

I

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My drinking is putting me at risk

Of what?

Going bankrupt

Still it is not an illness

Adultery is not an illness

What follows?

Not everything is an illness

So true .I am not

Not what?

An illness

So what a relief !

What is a relief?

It makes you feel better

Are you really better?.

We will wait and see

And so say all of us

Thank you

They made a mill stream by the cottage here

An old millstream runs down with happy sounds

The energy unused wets Abbey grounds.

I see the cottage gardens and the cat

Cornflowers blue, untidy, wàter rats

The sound of running water pleased my soul

Ambleside the Stepping Stones the whole

Abbey Steps

Katherine's avatarHow my heart sings

I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
See the Abbey ruins on the cliff
I can’t climb those steep steps any more

The whip of salty sea, the shells, the lore
The  old town with its alleys and its fish
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores

We heard the seagulls shrieking, Jesus rose
We were in a cottage but in fact
I  won’t climb  those abbey steps no more

In my mind I find an unmarked door
A dream comes by,  who  whipped my tender flesh?
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores

Fish don’t die like sheep in abbatoirs
But yet it must gruesome so to thrash
I can’t climb those steep steps any more

I don’t like eating fish,I hate their whiff
It makes me conscious of my father’s death
I’d like to visit Whitby and its shores
Who can’t climb those Abbey…

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The Imagined Abbey 2

Katherine's avatarHow my heart sings

The knobbled grassy tussocks we walked on

May  be the swelling graves of monks, derided, gone.
The vertical  calls out in one high wall
A  fiery blackbird makes the final call.

The  plainchant  praising  G-d   has charged the air
For  us who don’t entomb our inner ear
The sacred music floats away like leaves
Bewitched and married by an autumn breeze

We stood in silence, viscerally stunned
The river was as clear  as love’s demands
And still, in my mind’s eye, I see that stream
I  am  held by the imagined Abbey’ in shared dreams

An elegiac moment caught in words
Entranced by symbols  like the darting birds

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The cafe

Essex women tea in china mugs

Fat cream cakes and children n on hard drugs

A tabby cat curls up by the millstream

On the bridge we sit and weave our dreams

Love the trees of Epping dark and deep

Bodies hid by blackmailers find peace