John Pendrey Poems

In howling storm,
you are alive, waiting for me.

Here, now!
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They said she read,
just endlessly,
novels and poems,
escaping into a new awareness of somewhere else
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Yesterday, I put you to the saw,
sawed you limb from limb
and cut your trunk
to six inch slices.
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What shall I wear for you?

"Purple velvet
and gloves with leopard spots"
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Born of the spring sun
from sticky buds.

Flirty, your lyrical leaves
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Sea Roars the Last Mantra (Tràigh Varlish, Vatersay)

I passed the most westerly house,
and through the last gate
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One note on my flute awakens another.

Gulls call from city roofs and village piers.
Cockerels awaken the country.
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I am
today
the sacred peaks,
the melting snow,
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So full of such abundant flow,
the infinite drops
from heaven pour
into the fall.
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