So, I was sorting through various folders and random stuff which, despite my best efforts and the ‘overly helpful’ aspects of modern technology, appeared to have a variety of homes. The plan was to get things a little more organised and all in one place should I need to access them.
Anyway, during the process I discovered a folder full of poetry that I had put aside for ‘future publication’ (which may, or may not, still take place at some point in the future – (need to re-read a bit first!)). Many/most of these pieces I have posted here in the past, although, looking back, I was amazed to find that the ones I checked had been uploaded six years ago. The upshot is that I have decided (for better or for worse) to give some of them a re-airing, so, over the next few weeks, I will be posting several of these pieces which I hope that you will enjoy. And please forgive/bear with me if you have read them before.
The first offering then:
Honest
And when they made love
The birds fell silent
On the bough
And hung their heads in shame,
And dawn was just a
Wish upon the lips
Of others
Slow-time moving limbs,
And hands and fingers
Dance ethereal
On cloud swept
Melodies unwritten,
All reason lost to
Emotions more real
Than sounded
Words that die in cold light,
And when they made love
The ground did shiver
Temples fall
Beneath something more honest.