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Neil Burns Poems
‘Blessed are the meek for they will inherit the earth.’ Mark 5: 5 I They say Diogenes lived in a wooden-barrel in Athens
Seven Days Of The River Lagan
Monday: soapy, hot – the end of a boil wash. Tuesday: pond-like. Flat. Pavement-still. Wednesday: starling-balled above. Thursday: ruffled. Wind curled.
See the liquid golden fury arrow throughout the universe. Tore from a field of flames, a clutch of burning solar flares Balled into an object. What form it shifts as it moves, Towards our place, our blueness, tilted on an axis, trundling.
Blackbird Flying Over Belfast Lough
I A black dart fleeting, the yellow bill truth of it.
The Horse Of Verner Street, Belfast
It was a quiet street on a quiet day And as I passed the stable-yard I happened to look in and there A horse was stood which had those eyes
The Snow Robin
A brave robin up high on a church steeple, Winter-king of all he surveys -
the frost sprayed grass a white sea, cold with open wind - city parks in winter
New Moon, New Moon blue as the December bride; blue in the face thick shone about
The Forcing Sheds
West Yorkshire, Wakefield - the 'Rhubarb triangle'. The forcing sheds worked in silence as if they were
Putting On The Hardwall
That thud sound of mud like earthen-hue plaster lifted and slapped from hawk and board,
A ripened ‘rose haw’ signals the season - Autumn – tucked under a rook’s wing. Empty church eaves, silent; The acrid smoke of coal fires, rise,
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‘Blessed are the meek for they will inherit the earth.’ Mark 5: 5
They say Diogenes lived in a wooden-barrel in Athens
And carried around with him, a lit-lantern during the day.
With whining dogs at his legs, seeking ‘honesty’ he claimed.
And today – as I walk along a path close to the Lagan way -
I watch the birds there fly to-and-fro, and I notice how free
They are, with no pockets to curl their wings into balls of rage.
No deep pockets to bury secrets. I smile then because my strong
Hands are free of anger.I do not feel like an animal in a ...