Monday 29 April 2013

Shortcuts in DNA

The torsin cyrve, a hurricane in an aether took me down to the third basement of the University Library the cyrve held me up, drunk on words as I walked down aisles stretching high on chairs to tenderly take slim volumes down sit in a chair reading, reading always reading.  I feel small here, small as the number of sentences I have read while all about kalisdesopes of words crowd in clouds awaiting eyes and voice and imagination. The touch of a book remains as the hurricane storm diminshes, torsin holes close now new knowledge lent to the everyday. Within me, in each drop of blood a magic battle spreads unconstrained, refashioning me, reopening me, ready for suprises, grateful that unconditional love is so often a suprise.

Tuesday 16 April 2013

the leavings of love

All that is left of love is ours
now love lies unkempt
lost as a bedroom head
hair still dreaming.
Now love is found with an open door
as sunlight streams. 
All the churches are closed,  but,
does God wait for all of us to know him?
What is left of God is all that is left of love.
An ancient God old. too tired to keep an eye open in this heat,
but God's heart still holds with a eternal beat,
takes time to reach a well crafted cave
and holds his Goddess at last so near

Monday 15 April 2013

Hospitalized

Hospitalized
cos we're to good
not greedy as the homes you feed
always taking too much
of a good thing.

Hospitalized
cos we do not know what our other
hand is doing
glad of our obsessions
small comfort in our secret moonfed night.

Hospitalized
cos you are always leaving us
and we don't feel any love.
Secrt stories tell us how we feel.
Hospitalized
because of our grieving hearts