Day: April 23, 2025

Your arm around me

You seem more real than I do now

Sitting with your arm around my shoulders your presence is bright

Mine is shadowy like a spirit

Yet it’s you who is the spirit

But you’ve got your arm around me and you seem strong

You seem full of light and gold

I’m grey and instubstantial with grief as if my whole body is just tears

But I can feel your comfort; you sit beside me your arm around my shoulders

You’re happy I can tell but I can’t come with you

You’ve gone over to the other  side

You’ve missed a general election and the end of the conservative government.

You’ve missed seeing all these women in the Cabinet

But you won’t mind missing Donald Trump.

Nobody would mind if peace came to the Middle East but it doesn’t seem possible.

When things start off wrong can they ever become right?

Still although you are a spirit it’s our bodies that seem important

With our bodies we can hold and comfort each other

We can dance we can run and jump

It’s the body that matters and all the obsessions with IQ

With fashion beauty brilliance and brains

The simple fact is the body and its wisdom

The wisdom of the body is greater than the wisdom of the mind

But we have to tune in

I suppose you’ll have to go now

And I feel weak without you. I won’t hear your voice.

At the same time it feels permanent as if you always have your arm around me

Even in heaven it’s the body that counts.

Maybe the body is heaven.

Take this and eat.

Defiant flowers

Across the road I see a Tudor wall
In its cracks defiant flowers grow
The modern traffic sounds out a loud wail
From the East a freezing wind still blows

In between the natural world and man
The space provides a habitat,retreat
Ancient yew trees grow without a plan
And in each little bird a heart still beats

Concentrating on the green and ancient views
Ignoring the red buses as they pass
Ignoring strident music , find the clues
Down comes peace and joy, our Holy Mass

Reversal of the figure and the ground
Brings out a new world where love is found

Deep in the ground the worms  drowse mixed with flowers

A day with my own self, such peaceful hours
The inner seas make music as they roll
And in the ground the worms air roots of flowers

The rain comes down in cold but gentle showers
Desiring  to  give moisture to all souls
A symbol of  the value of quiet hours

In Northern hills we looked for  Durham owls
They hunt by day to keep their bodies whole
While in the ground the worms air roots of flowers

My loved one was a native of those towers
Highcliff Nab and Hasty Bank  called home
My days with him a-wandering there for hours

As he died , deep in my heart I howled
I held his hands, remembered , paid the toll
While in the ground the worms digest  the sour

Lying in the heather  we had roamed 
May God  have mercy on his  homing soul
Now I enjoy   in reverie our hours
Deep in the ground the worms  drowse mixed with flowers

 

 

 

A little peace

One damaged cell  divides  until it kills.

For in the end we pay the rich man’s bills.

The air polluted ravages and maims

Now it’s cruelly late to curse and blame

Oh sister how we played  with our dolls’ prams

In our industrial  town there were no lambs.

No sheep could safely graze in smokey streets.

No lark would rise amazed, the dawn to  greet.

For you my sister breathed in that bad air

We hear  the tread, the  foot steps on the stair.

So patient still, I wish that you would shout.

From your eye I see one tear fall out.

My single sister I can see your pain

Your lips are dry you cough and cough again.

Your mouth is hurting so you cannot eat.

And on the telephone you barely speak

In the world  some million others groan

Yes we’re fragile, merely flesh and bone

Even so the tears run in my sleep.

Into my face these tears will slowly seep.

I didn’t grasp at first that she would die

And leave me here alone to curse and cry

Hold me in your arms my kindly friends.

From your touch a little peace descends