Wednesday 2 April 2014

two poems by Adam Parry


Ancient child
by
 Adam Parry

Tall straight tree
beckons us, before us goes
or laughter
intermingled with the sunbird song.

Grass waist high is
blow by our breath. Wildcats watch on the rocks
as we dance and play,
cihldren again, unlike children have ever been.
Togther, no longer feeling alone



THE WILLOW PASS by Adam Parry

A straitening of subtle reflexes
lays the sun upon her eyes
spiralling centre circles she
traces with her fingers and toes.

So high, so mighty she sits so small
cross-legged as if she had it all.
Her head held in a loving way
wandering I witness her as if
she were a prayer and cannot
look away.

Now the willow tree lifts her up
like fresh dew
 she is a child made new.
Yes the Willow Tree lifts her up
So gladly and the wanderers, them
and you,
pass beneath the willow tree
unable not to stare at someone so, so rare.