indigo blue

Dark morning light rain and wet-felt-wool and  slow coach to school with it's windows so white

flat cold white wet wonderful winter day sun with chorus of snowdrops a February song flat cold white wet wonderful dark morning light and dark tree cold raindrops with chorus of snowdrops and wild blustery winds sing out all day long

 death a life  finished  all sewn up  the final seam that joins the edges to make a ball? (who will catch me? throw me?) a bubble gum ball that falls from the machine (who will hear the gear grind? the wheel turn?) who will watch it? hold it?  open it? find inside the faded fortune ticket  see luck?  or love?  or riches? my life inside the sphere fulfilled or failed? condensed finite fin august  2018

one year of your life  one year of mine and woven between us forever this fabric our journey in time 

Drought spade shallow earth so dry rock and granite hard blue sky rack and rapture dust kick die and all this thirst a savage brittle cracken throated cry

Foul Anchor cold north-east wind dropped  wind clock hands all stopped the chorus still silent no tick tock tick tock and road of dry lavender warm mud Nene warm winding through summer now that it has come

Cold Nene Queen Anne's lace on St.John's Bank this cold white Wednesday's palest green and cold the choppy full tide swell of potter's pink the Nene

lavender mud flats all bank long Nene tide out the summer sun and lorries run rip roar rip roar

soft throat the air pipe hollow Ring dove cuckoo ring dove coo and blackbird piccolo 

thistledown dandelion speedwell and dock Lovely pink lady in pink summer frock picked a sour greengage, threw it away, all on a hot august bank holiday dandelion thistledown nettle and rue where will she wander, what will she do?  down in the fields where the greengages grow watching the seeds and the butterflies blow nettle and speedwell, thistle and dock wish upon wish upon dandelion clock walk in a rhythm, tread in a rhyme   on this sweet day in the sweet summertime

deep daffodil days  and lemon sours,  cold milky sap and sharp clear sound at dawn now sing to me  of journeys to be made  the orange long  of summer days  to come

Judas nothing can undo the time this noose my folly my sin no one could forgive me ever or pity my horror my pain never again his smile his eyes his holy bread his  wine no more love or clan no hope just this body  and this rope

who heard my cry  my son? my wife? this broken jar? my longing and despair and I stood witness to my son, my wife, the soldiers, Cesar, God and all my love and all my hate was there

no woman's land no place for tears this empty silence very loud these holes, so black and deep an awful wish that he would not have been "the one" because he is and all is love and all is gone and all and all and all is one and never will I find him alive again for me 

torn hollow heart won't beat my chest a cave of blood  my son  warm  life and breath ? with fear I shape his name