The Magic Remains by Adam Parry

 

The Magic Remains

                                 by Adam Parry

 

 

They once told him such a long time ago

in a hospital just in time for his

monthly injection

that Magic no long remains. But

he dances now with atoms and molecules

awed by their every hue,

and lifted the veil from the moon

he remains now with the magic on a tree-topped hill

dancing all day sleeping in a bed of grass

never in time for the injections that takes

old magics away far away.

 

Yet hard hearts remain, gave up, never seeing the moon

wishing long ago in their hospital beds, lifting up shirts,

that the magic remained.

The N-trance - the poem by Adam Parry

 

The N-trance by Adam Parry

You look sideways a wee

bit.

And

beyond the corner of your

vision

a door

opens

and you walk in

suddenly all the monsters in

your head

are vanquished

and the dreams, again,

let you in.

Schizophrenia by Adam Parry and A Hunch of Happiness

 

Schizophrenia by Adam Parry

 

Little did they know

or do they care

That there’s a civil war beneath my hair

but, no-one knows

and everyone’s dead.

In no-man’s land

the women pitch up their tents.

 

A HUNCH OF HAPPINESS

A hunch of happiness, shoulders level like

hungry miners about some gold.

a pyramid of heads downturned

staring at the unshirted God

entombed and pink and soft-white coal.