No Rhyme , No Reason
“I can do the alphabet”, I said
“I can spin any word rhyme,
from A to Z”
and so I could.
Any word you care to share,
funny, the boys always want ‘Duck’
And so on.
Funny, they always lost interest at F.
And, I’d be bereft
My rhythm, broken,
my spin unspun,
when I'd just begun.
As, giggling and laughing on the floor,
because of F
I scolded them,
“Stop acting like children!”
but they are children,
shame beats me,
red rushing up my neck towards my cheeks,
“How could I forget their innocence?
How could I forget the innocents?”
How long is it now?
how many years?
since she’d gone,
a hot summers day,
a child, whizzing around and around and around.
in mummy’s red dress.
“I want this when I grow up, keep it for me mummy, so I can dance and spin around and around and around,
like a grown up”
Except, she never did grow up,
with with neither rhyme or reason still, I spin,
around and around and
Looking for the light
We had to hoke through the cupboard,
Pulling out all the old flex
And old biscuit tin full of out of date drugs
Amongst the oxidised coins
Strewn through a graveyard of batteries
that may or may not hold a charge
and balls of wool and lengths of string
that need unraveled or maybe knot
Spiking hands on long discarded spools that sport a tiny sword
Buttons, still bright, like the pins
Oddments, assortments, bits and bobs
Spilling, filling nic-nac boxes
adding to the hoard
then, at last
the feel of waxy skin
As a nail stick in
It’s just a stump
Half burned light long since extinguished
Wick charred from countless prayer
A fumble with the damphead matches
Light Fizzles out
In your eyes
I’m in the dark
The Old Grey
Listening to the sounds of our teenage years
on a TV channel
That didn’t exist
Now a retrospective.
Making me feel lived in.
Hearing this now
We owned it then.
Our parents owned it when we heard
in our teenage years.
And we got it,
we were too cool to say so.
Now, I’m quietly proud when my boys sing along
a song, we sung along to,
I know that
it will not be long,
before they are also singing to
a different tune.
What goes around
In music, in life, in love,
that we will always be
always in the loop.
At least, enough to know.
On the desktop
Blinking blue in the tool bar
enticing me to
flex my digits to
type in perfect key
blinking words in the blue bar
this is my page
this is my canvas
and the word is
I’ve nothing more to say
Home in Autumn
In June, he said we’d go down the road
But summer came and went
Before we had the time.
Then the 5 of us crammed in,
the back jam packed
I, stuck in the knowledge that the case would
continue to stick in my side the whole trip,
a jagging reminder of all the things I forgot to pack
But seldom have time to unfold.
I always take too much
It’s not as if we go anywhere when we get there.
We’d have to stop at the halfway point,
To break the distance
Lulled by the sun into a false sense of season
Our breath betraying her glistening deception
there’s a definite nip in the air,
the dog barks frantically
The boys are driving him wild.
“Are we there yet?”
How long was that before we heard the universal cry
of kids with no Wi Fi?
Finally, the rolling hills gives way to mossy purple and leafy brown
And the sight of tuft already stooled for harder months
strikes a poetic note, that’s not just the reserve of Heaney.
I know we’re nearly there,
Just past the old house, Just past my old school
Just round the corner,
And as through the eyes of generations before
We behold the Lough lapping the shore .
They’ve fixed up the old bridge
It looks unfamiliar now
No longer part of my childhood landscape
A lost I briefly mourn
But sometimes some things just have to give
It’s just a bridge,, I’ll get over it.
Before we pull up on the gravely drive
Behind the house
I know that he’s not too far away,
I know I’ll see her standing at the kitchen window
Arms up to the elbows in a basin of suds,
She’ll slowly dry them as she comes out to greet us all
Smiling through her eyes
Whilst the kettle begins to boil.
And then we’d all pile out
For the while.
Remember Moon child?
Eyes wild as energy
Short, sharp, electric shocks,
Things were clear,
Things were disguised
Don’t touch me
You may be charged
Fizzle, fazzle, frazzle,
Dazzled with glittering glimmering gluttony
Eat with your eyes
Before your blinded
Nonsensical, moments bringing moments of lucidity
as all becames clear again
Too soon she’s gone
Sharp focus becomes a blur
Now, I stumble along the path
Through the knowing trees
To an ancient moonlit dell
I glimpsed her. then, every once in again
Tripping up on old words
That fail to define me now
Though city lights are bright
It's the stars
in the sky
where the lough meets the shore and herons fly
right past your path,
on an early morning walk
that never fail to stir
the essence of the childhood years.
Here, the heavy heady Heany years
Continue to live on in our souls.
Yet all is change and change is all,
gone the sod, the hoe and plow,
as mechanical monsters dig into our past,
consumption, consumed, consumerism
The quiet rest of eons
I hope they sense the times they unearth,
I hope they Feel
The soul of the sod,
As skeleton trees from a tropical age,
an Ireland we know no more.
A sad shot of sun
I was once a kid, so good at juggling, the judge loved my balls
Then I dropped them.
Life after that lost it’s bounce
I flat lined at 29
Sparkly hue in silver clouds, floated past me,
I stood still
as desire turns in on itself
for the fell of pain
as red sees only red,
running bloody in turblent torrents
as in incarnate anger.
She plots her revenge.
In her eyes at least…
Ancient forebears dominate the voodoo sky
As darkness and curses flash in sharp black eyes
Old hurts, resentments and fears yield wildly
smothering, suffocating, strangling silence,
before plunging into the pits
and there lost she lies.
Til a new day dawns.
Then from the depths of a hollow well,
a whisper, a voice, a prayer grows
As clawed talons unfold
grasping for a certain foothold
Gasping for first breath
And at last the heavens will find the chlld.
On the Face of it
I looked again
I saw again,
I was not happy at strangers joy.
Not quite strangers,
I knew them once, a long , long time ago
reminds me of I song I once knew, know?
they knew my friends, then they were my friends
Where are my friends?
Are you my friend?
But I did not need their happiness I
did not need to know
every detail of their retail
or worthy cause
Sometimes I need to Know