It Matters
It
matters to me
This isn't wrong
It’s
not a crime
The
stunted bough
The
twisted rhyme
Celestial Fall
I
did wish upon a shooting star
In
its celestial fall
Hoped
my love would unlock you
My
prayers provide the key
My
heart did burn in solitude
As
it arced across your sky
Although
worn upon these sleeves of mine
You
never batted eye
Lost
moments sincerely spent
Now
darkness has returned
Mute
silence blankets everything
All
trace of where we burned
It's been a good, if steady year on the performing front and I've enjoyed the opportunities that have come my way, courtesy in particular of Colchester Poetry. I was fortunate enough to do three months worth of sequential performances at Open Mike nights for September, October and November, plus a couple of performances earlier in the year and an appearance at the Sunday Matinee in January. There was also the Festival at the Hythe, Colchester, in the summer, so not too bad I think. My sincere thanks to all concerned in organising these events and giving chances to folk to have their moment.
All the Things
All
those words I’d written for you
One
final touch, a misplaced stroke
And
everything is lost
A
page full of empty space remains
Lilly white, like a coward’s heart
Elusive
tender moments
Brimming
with all the things
I never said
Galatea
I carry a personal Galatea
In my mind
Pure
psychology
She
oozes like beeswax
Love
and erotica
Melting
in my undecided flame
Raven and Dove
Spread
eagled on a moment
The
emboldened tongue
Exposes
hidden form
Love
uncoils
In
strange new ways
Gifting
pleasure storm
Fire
meets ice
A
heartbeat - missed
The
raven and the dove
Falling
helpless
In
surrender
On
the outer lips of love
Erased
Hollow
heart, running loose
I’m
just like a frightened deer
But
if I were a preacher man
Bold
- I’d entreaty God for you!
With
a useless broken antler
Snapped
at rutting time
On
a hill, I’m straining upwards
Towards
Artermis’ shrine
I
never meant to hurt you
Though
my aim was straight and true
The
gods have made my choices
They
dictate from depth of void
Colour
turns to black and white
And
I struggle to recall
Why
on earth I wait here
Set
for a bruising fall
I
hope that you are happy
Beyond
the touch of man
I’ll
erase my thoughts, forget you
In
every way I can
The Holy Grail
Of
love and stone I speak
One
dances like a moth drawn to a flame
The
other broods, unyielding, brute
One
is passionate, fleeting, delicate
Until
the holy-grail is reached
And
it fails, beating frail wings
The
other enduring, faceless, mute
Removed
from the fire dull and cooled
Merely
exists in splendid isolation
One
burns with all urgency
The
other drains and chills
Which
I ask myself were you?
As
I roam desolation's hills
Kernel
Fluttering
against the glass
Still
he beats his wings
After
long and fallow years
On
the outside looking in
A
lonely, frightened mocking bird
With
gold dust on his tongue
Carrying
the burden of
An
imagined Midas touch
So
much to say, so little time
He
would sing for you
Bring
precious stones, a holly wreath
Things
borrowed, old and blue
It’s
cold out on the margin
The
farthest edge of time
In
deepest dark the brightest stars
Gleam
in solitude divine
Within
this darkest hour
A
kernel only night can bring
He
awaits the cusp of sunrise
When
he’ll catch your eye and sing
Proximity
Sleep
walking the halls of sadness
I
wrote this for a heart like mine
Though
none abounds
And
time abhors my ethereal ways….
To
what shall I compare her?
All
my words are but the guttural
Aping
the divine
My
striving the profane to the profound
And
to know her, how?
To
roll back time and take her hand
In
mine, would be a splendid thing
And
together walk a path so intimate
Surely,
to miss its proximity, a crime?
To
experience every leaf and flower
Watch
each heavy pollen laden bee
Upon
a bloom’s explosion feed
All
confirms creation's glory
I
but mere and flawed can scarce conceive….
To
know her, how?
Except
through the Ariadne’s thread
Of
words she's left behind
Leading
me by the heart
Toward her light sublime
Mark Harris has asserted his
right under
Section 77 of the Copyright,
Designs and Patents Act 1988To be identified as the author of this work.
