Saturday, 5 November 2016

Duality

This poem was inspired by a painting by artist Arne Davidson, and friends and family with dual nationality, or simply, more than one place that's home.


Every place reverberates, resonates,
Top notes and bass notes dance in rhythm and harmony
But in isolation, unconnected , every note may strike as both false and true
When I'm here I have my song, and when I'm there another
I am more of both each time I move and less of each as I stay
The sky is not the same sky, and the air is not the same air though it blows from there to here
And the sea is not the same sea though the water is cold and wet
The air is full of one or the other
Half of me is wanting away, half of me happy to be home
The comfort is that there is always the other half waiting for me.
Out at sea I am neither , coming nor going
Close to land I'm leaving home and coming home with no contradiction,
Stepping onto dry land I'm home to one but with only the deep memory of the other

For now when the present harmony runs out a deeper rhythm keeps me moving until the new harmony is ready,

One day I will feel different again
One day the music will change forever
I don't know how much of either tune will live on and what will fade away
But that song will come from deeper within, it's always been playing and one day I will hear it clearly,





Monday, 22 August 2016

how will you answer my prayer this time ?

update on previous version;

how will you answer my prayer this time
will you answer with rolling thunder, that crackles and bangs
will you answer like dew in the grass, appearing from nowhere, now visible and physical
 
how will you answer my prayer this time
with an earthquake, with a meteorite,
or, like the first flowers of spring,
patient faith rewarded

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

breathing underwater

and gravity has no pull when I'm flying above it all,

I'm running through walls, into familiar buildings
that swap form and function, location and purpose,
distances contract and expand forever,
and those I recognise instinctively
live with different faces

but awake, awake we can only fall, or drown
this world of gravity and oxygen,
same faces in same places and rules,
rules against improbability

so please write a story that's fantastic
so I can return to my dream and
we can swim by the moonlight without drowning
and fly without falling,

a story of improbable happening
of secrets of the heart and thoughts unfurled,
with new friends and new foes

I'll read it overlooking the crashing foam, 
from a mountain cliff
until I'm ready to dive into the twinkling blue waters
and surface somewhere new

The Earth Turns

This was partly inspired by photographs taken from space.


the earth turns towards the sun
edge of light rolling over mountains and seas
a wave of awakening,
early with anticipation,
or staggered late behind the dawn

spinning slowly,
warming then cooling,
one seasonal pole missing out each turn,
the other always in view
tilted towards our star,
slipping back over the horizon at the equinox,

turning until darkness comes creeping over the horizon
darkness seeping over the rooftops,
under doors, filling sleepy rooms,
light dimming revealing further stars,
and our one ivory satellite,
while dancing fires of green aurora crown the ends of the earth,

across the diameter,
halfway around the circumference
on the opposite longitude,
imperfect symmetry of twelve hours forward
and twelve hours behind

this marbled dot in the universe
this marvel of creation
our home