Category: Poetry

  Did you kiss the Blarney? Stone of eloquence? Hanging upside down Like Odin on Yggdrasil: Tree of the world Giver of runes, Before Ask and Embla Set the world right Or put it out of its misery.   Ragnarok and minor upheavals Never stopped someone with Something to say for himself From chattering on…

  Will, willing to play with words Reclaiming language Innovating ancient staves Making new wind: demanding the sun and the moon. Wooing and wedding cottage love and industry Longing for ladies and dark youthful boys. Trespassing in the garden of love: Jealousy burning the innocent victim Star-crossed intimacy fated to fail Hapless heroines fighting for…

Lonely in the vast hall the statue shivers Mountains glitter around the lofty pinnacle Rarely visited by human steps.   A solitary worshipper guards the shrine His predatory eyes search the distance As he invokes the goddess, silently gesturing. Wait! Looking deep into his soul he breathes in and out Singing love poems and following…

The fourth Christian rode through Cobbled streets resounding With history On his way from the harbour to His round tower   Monarch with visions And Power to craft Emptied the treasury To build his bequest Castles and churches But, this is a first: Homes for the mariners A social estate   Along the byways Sailors…

Don’t trust him! Never trust him! Never give him a chance! He will elope. . . Give him what he wants: This little game of yours. Give him that about virginity: I’m waiting for the right man (read: Prince Charming) Chain him in roses and silly cards But never let him discover the iron ones…

Green as Harp tones in the spring Liquid and soft like water spilling over the rim Grey cloud castles dissolve in mild vapour Or shatter drops on the fields Languor settles as pebbles rush and heave. Sea and earth meet As rainbows splitter the iridescence Tasting salt and sweet but Enveloping the hills in golden…

  Harmonious chords float in the air Blossoming like roses and Enveloping the listener in perfume. Memory plays wondrous tricks on Easily coined words and melodious phrases. Rich and soft, like terms of endearment Half-forgotten but brought to light To haunt and bewitch Old or intrinsic ideas, Never quite worn out but, Put away like…

The body, bereft of life, Laid out beautifully: A handkerchief covers the face Flowers give perfume; The cross, suspended In the background, Lend caution or Admonition to The silent mourner. Questions amass but there are no answers The soul, gone, cannot turn back Lost in the wilderness of beyond. How can life go on while…

Two people intimate beyond borders Gaze deeply And lies become impossible. Harmony liberates Mutual respect Passion surges through bodies   I dance like a dervish Deliriously happy   It’s bittersweet It’s not mine to keep A magical connection is never for keeps   Through all the heartache Through years of misery And pure coincidence Lightning…

  I want to reach out But run my head against a wall I want to give But can only gaze at the stars While the bump on my forehead Grows   From ‘London Verses’   © HMH, 2014