The Masque of Anarchy - by
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many – they are few.’
imagination
Absent-mindedness - by
I am forgetting quite a lot these days.
/ My task-list is gap-toothed; it should run on
/ Like sequenced lights in a…
Consolation - by
Though he that ever kind and true
/ Kept stoutly step by step with you
/ Your whole long gusty lifetime through,
/ Be gone awhile…
What Is the Pond Doing? - by
(for Ruairidh, who asked)
/
/ Wobbling like a wobbly jelly
/ Being a bucket for the rain
/ Sending flash-backs to the sun
/ Cheeking the sky
/ Giving the…
Mangroves - by
Dusk, and the mangroves
/ of clouds, which sit low
/ into reverie; Chinese dragons
/ mating or big woman riding
/
/ chariot, clouds thicker than…
Imaginary CV - by
Like Loppy, our local river tramp
/ his cedar shack festooned with gar jaws,
/ snapping turtle shells. Wood-burning
/ stove, nurturing stew and tar…
The Land of Story-Books - by
At evening when the lamp is lit,
/ Around the fire my parents sit;
/ They sit at home and talk and sing,
/ And do…
Being and Time - by
There are times when I think
of the knowledge we had as children…
From The Brain and the Leaf - by
The human brain, so frail, so perishable, so full of inexhaustible dreams and hungers, burns by power of the leaf.