two poems by Adam Parry

 

A future road by Adam Parry

 

Tall straight trees

beckons us, before us

goes our laughter

mingling with the songbirds' song.

Grass waist high

blown with our breathes.

Wild cats watch from high rocks

as we dance and play

children again

like no children have ever been.

Together your hand in mine

We go.

A lifetime’s bus journey

by Adam Parry

 

1.   A memory of a long-ago bus journey, Marillion

is in. I eat a money spider in the dark

at the back of the fast-flowing bus.

I’m content as the music starts and again

as the music repeats, I am content.

2.     Time, ticks, tricks of the mind,

Jonathon Richmond is in, I eat

the rain as I wait for the bus the music in head

sings louder than the rain.

3.    Cascades of trees speed me from my home, Ten

Thousand Maniacs is in, later a leaf flies in my window

And settles in my lap and then more and I make

myself stew with them.

4.   Motorway hitch hikes about me, no music today

I eat nothing

especially cheese.

 5.   All the rivers of the world fly by

as my bus flowed in the rain, raindrops on my tongue I need

as I left my ginger in the bag in the hold.

The Cure is in my dry ears, running for so long.

6    Tail-lights at the Terminus beckons me

and I run before it goes hot in dawn’s cold

a song plays new music a chorus of birds, greenness

everywhere as I get on.                

The story of Jacs Gaugan

I am searching for story

I left somewhere

under a granite paper-weight.

I wonder where when I forget to dance, 

to close my eyes?

Dreaming unemployed Jacobites spread technicolour,

as if I could forget you

as if I could leave you in the past

when how many showers I take I could not wash you a way

your imprint on me. How could I forget you my Jacs?

As a original as a unfinished story, you left your fingerprint on me

it seeks form, but floats off like a feather

lands later, too late for a lover

and for dancing under the moon.

Mortal woods by Adam Parry

 

Mortal woods

 

The rain droops the day.

Resigned hunch trees stand thinking:

with all the world's wars and many, many pains

I stand stoically in the rains.

And if the wars and many pains subside

I will still stand tall in rain and in the sun,

beneath star shine where birds sleep

and alone under the moon.