wanderer by adam parry

 he became strange

stood about streets

while the people passed and posed

surprised by the old guy

staring into space

they never saw the starlings dive

A cold wind by Adam Parry

It comes on the wind left
Footprints and strands of hair
It came on the new wind and
Took so many away.

When did life become
 so hindered by dirty snow?
When did the wind blow down that chimney?
Left the hearses engines running and a robin in the gutter. It came on the wind and wiped out a multiverse of minds' imaginations.

But the cruel wind kills and flows on, through sadness and fear and has no choice to take and take and take.
The wind though hasn't taken me away and maybe it'll take a lot more years to blow me down.

Holding the Vision

A glimmer within
a glimpse of gold
a new thought opening to be told
wings unfolding
envying striations of the
new mornings light
leaving behind memories
sloughing of skin
gold gleaming I reach a fistful air
and climb a ladder
to a new unknowable place
untrammeled and half-recalled.

Ancient Artifacts

One of my dear friends up here in the magical North-east has begun his own business selling jewelry and various miniatures of different other worldly creatures, he is working hard, and has made some short swords and daggers. All of his work can be found on e-bay under the name of his business, Ancient Artifacts. I urge you to look for the work of this hard-working, versatile craftsman. Thanks.

Girl in the green dress by Adam Parry

Met her on a blue day.
A dream sped sky, everyone selling glee around here, charming a
a change in me, meeting her on a blue, blue day.
Not a journey on the bus to another horizon,
where old lovers wait.

Trees and weeds and grass we crushed beneath New Physics in praise of the sea's light,
holding me straight like a hologram, making new magic.

Blue sunlight dreams about us in the still air
I, the dragon, rushes to meet you, in your new, green dress. A surprise.
I scissor you between my sleep
each expectation left unmet.
You have orange roses in your eyes
thawing as old old hearts thaw,
when I saw you in the green dress, you,
had made yourself.

Where Dragons met by Adam Parry

The dragons met in a collision of star cradles,
sprinkled silver cold beyond the Moon.
Male and Female energies entwine, arise,
enmeshed in the shower of their hair,
something pulling he and she apart,
melting the bonds of the time of the
Immaterial girl away from me.
She sows together the edges of Time,
embroidering patterns
that we never once expected.

Saturday afternoon bu Adam Parry

The bus veers through along
the familiar route,
heading me to a new place,
that
seemed unreachable before sleep.
I'd left everything behind
all my misplaced steps
were waiting to take me to this place.
I'd always be on time for you
and never leaving wondering
if I'd forgotten you- no, not for the length of the
pause in the music. I shared alone with you. That silence of friends
I didn't want to break.
And the wind blew through
the trees as I veered away.
Still running for the next bus that
would take me back to you.
Knowing one more time my face would
veer into your view.