ARMCHAIR by Adam Parry

Beyond the Dee

horses run free.

An island shoal- there-

where they bunk off school.

Find a tree of peace, do I,

and waltz over the roof of tall trees.

Dogs, humans, all seven senses

yet hardly seeing the cyclist going by

as the dogs bark their unfettered glee.

Peace Treaty

Peace Treaty by Adam Parry

There is now a peace between

my contradictions,

an armistice

unpoepled with any but

my own thoughts.

Once I fought alone

until discovering

my allies in the war

there, always there, raging beneath my hair, and I

allying myself to theirs in their own minor wars.

Now in the one minute radio silence, they go,

and I alive and alone fight the Evil fascist might, or I might’ve

if I had not signed the treaty long, long ago

and alone in no-man’s land I dance.

Can we go to Clachna Ben again? by Adam Parry

Can we go to Clachna Ben again?

All the hills and mountains

I never climbed are still there

They cannot care if I am man,

woman or mouse.

They wait, still,

under this sun, the same sun

shining as we struggled up

Clachna Ben.

Virgin again

pages unwritten. Suddenly I know what I was missing-

all those hills and mountains  I never climbed

I climbed again and again.

Always climbing but when will we go again

to Clachna Ben?