Within wood call owl
He hoot and cry!
In night as cold as stone
As creatures live and die.
...
Some months later I dream of you in a hayfield
The clouds cease and disperse; lazy young bulls
Seem to ravish my thoughts
And poppies lay about my toes,
...
Elegy for Brim
Shall I write this
with my head on the floor?
...
Lived in Cheltenham, Oxford and London. Now living in the beautiful Welsh Marches town of Hay-on-Wye. Married but presently not working.)
Eastern Wind
Eastern wind
Contentions east though west is glad
Far out of shadows
Comes fear and waste,
Out of spite comes more lip
Spitting on roots and quick
Words that make you cry,
Fear only engenders sadness
And slow to remember
Is the heart that lets you die;
Though quick to heal
The proud and lonely
Souls parted too soon,
Only the peace remains
After midnight`s bitter clauses
And the gulls' western moon.