Lynmouth

Lynmouth

What a day out in the throat
Of Exmoor and fine Lyn mouth
Grey teeth smile and Bluest breath
Salved sea drips from the jowls
At another Devon feast

No foul breath instead
A cough of cooling ice runs free
Across the stubbled, chiselled chin
Of purple, yellow, green

Razor missed but for fine styled ways
Time worn wrinkles
That make old Lyn mouth smile

Summer at 6 am

Summer at six am

White crystal corridor
Wrapped in clear web
The mornings ray held fast
The spider unfed

This world, of the early shift
Who drink the morning’s breath?
While snails lay down a stardust trail
And foxes seek their bed

While man sleeps and dreams
Another world unfolds
Of tiny dew soaked footprints
Then the world explodes

To the break of gliding hare
Through the green and bending grass
Sending out a mighty galaxy
Of diamonds from his path

A moment then the silence comes
And this world returns to calm
Just a tattered crystal corridor
And a faint distant alarm

Jamaica

Jamaica

I hear you
I hear your distant call
Through the mountains it echoes

I see you and watch your mane
Twist in the sunlight
Riding on the crystal breeze

I feel you, feel the power
The great dignity
That never will be tame

I watch and see a might
Carried on limbs
That strides out with your pride

Nature is your neighbour
And the sea your tears
The white beach your place to rest
Away from passing cares

But your eyes, the people
Reflect so all can see
Your heart beats in their gaze
Exposed with soul set free

Jamaica the lion
I here your roar
But I have felt your heart beat
Jamaica in my core

Jamaican Bride

Jamaican Bride

White whiter still
The smile so clear
I remember it and
Will do so forever

As you drifted through
The garden into view
By your side your father
Smiles mingled and spread

They crossed before you
Reaching our friends
Then bouncing back to you
We waited

I nervous but so so happy
The wind whipped up the garden
Into a frenzied dance
We watched your beauty walk in
A frozen moment

Our friends looked
Ady shuffled by Nic’s side
Helen and Roop’s beamed
Kim filmed as Debbie shot
And your mum shone

By my side
Then the preacher opened his good book
We came together
As the blue rushed up the beach

Each wave scrambling up
The bleached white sand
Jostling the sea horses and star fish
For the best view

And Jesus went to Galilee
And we swore
And became one
And your deep beauty
Eclipsed all this
Out did the falling sun
Your eyes a deeper blue
Than the ocean looking on

You dazzled the tropical flowers
That watched from their stand in the garden

And you smiled
And we all laughed
And your mum shone
And we where Married

The Sun

The Sun

And when the white coat nods
That all is done
The very place that life begun
Then flickers turn to rising mist
And light is dimmed to never burn here again

All around the darkness does embrace
When solemn grey
Becomes the mask of stolen smile
And where the candle passed around its warmth
Now cool and still abound

A slight noise
A breath to help you burn
Now silent but for
A teardrop to the ground

You burned more brightly than the sun
And now our darkest days begun
And when we woke
From what we thought a dream

The hammer clattered
On the steel of truth
That you had left
Never for us to speak again

But then the curtains are turned back
And the spring sunshine pours in through
And you our son and you shine free
Fanned by the winds
Of all eternity

I Paid The Ferryman
Poetry 2004

Grey might

Strange but spring arrives regardless
Of how we treat it through the years
Totally oblivious the crocus
To the poor old humans plight

The sun warmed neck of a snowdrop
Would bow down beneath the sun
Even if we were not here to witness
It being done

The gulls don’t care, because they are unaware
Of the grey might sailing underneath
And its destiny like its ancestry
On a futile trip to sea

His fellow gulls
With there mocking screams
Or mimics of the loved ones tears
As they glide through
black, out and on
Through Pompeys tired eyes

Emerald world

Emerald world

When efforts turn away
From toils that always fail
Turning labour to the plough
Instead of wasted stride

No mans eyes shall see again
Your hate filled or forgiving stare
No rage flared nostrils through the flames
And evil withers in its pain

When the good reap all rewards
And flowers wrap the blades of swords
And falling rain turns steel to dust
That blows out on the summer’s breath

When youth tires of ancestral past
Turns instead to hold the hands of foes
And share the warmth of his caress
As peace grows wild from friendships sowed

A carpet creeps across the line
That once barbed wire would divide
And emerald fields walk out of sight
On every hill in all mans eyes

The summer rain feeds the growth
And fertile soil holds fast
And all that witness understand
Life and love grow hand in hand

In time the planets fresh cut wounds
Are healed by summer time
And the only race is all mankind
With sunshine on their mind