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Today is World #Poetry Day So here are some of mine from over the last 20 years …enjoy Christmas at Christchurch I feel translucent a man of marble skin as if dreaming my motions every step a tread in water each reach of my hand a ghost grip touches but nothing holds and yet I clutch these stones and iron spear barricades as a sea-snail would the bedrock for this is my folly to hug close the masonry of charity I feel nothing no remorse…Continue
Your ColoursHow vividly I see your anger cut a scarlet stripeYour tongue it flashes words in vicious blueAnd after, glow in tender rose remorseYet Amber bubbles warning deep belowYou keep your colours just for me to know.Continue
The Ghost of Saint Anthony Once I was a man like youstrong in the heart and mindNow my spectre drifts the sands of Egypt these sixteencenturiesacross the tombs of Pharaohsfrom Alexandria and the sea into the desert mountainswhere only insects live and hermits come to die No longer do I feel the burning Sun of Purgatory on my bare backno longer does the word of God wet my dry lipsno more do I hope for resurrectionI only pray for eternal sleep to end my torment My shade counts the sands of…Continue
Dame Street MessiahWeighty words wasted on the east wind blowing down Dame Street they don’t heed or even hear them the footsore army of suits and students the new Abraham or Jesus or Muhammad cries out but is ignored shoulder pushed to the side as the bus pulls up cries out new truths replace the old faith has become comical and morally weak Bus pulls away and the Saviour is alone in the crowded cityScreams as the police move in no laughter or mocking just snorts of disapproval…Continue