Boxing Day Walk

Boxing Day Walk

Puddle splattered track
Stretching to meet an endless
Azure expanse of sky which in turn
Arcs to kiss the field-flecked earth skin

I breathe in the vast bright inspiration
Of this wide, light vista
My urban charred lungs unfolding
In spirit-soaring freedom from concrete clutter

The spaciousness fills my senses
Only sparse bird call claims my listening
Alongside the rustle of foliage and
Scorched crackle of parched white bark

Whiskery wisps whisper secrets
To winter twisted twigs
Whilst morning sunlight, snared on brambles
Lies cupped in upturned leaf faces

The track trails away
Along hedge browed fields
As I turn towards the corner cottage
Taking what I can of this freshness with me

#APoemADay – Day 30 – Completion - Ouroboros

#APoemADay – Day 30 – Completion - Ouroboros

And so the arc of one month

Touches to reach the edge of another

And the tail of this year will soon

Be swallowed by the mouth of another

And this day is devoured by the dark night

Until dawn gives radiant rise to another

Always ending, always beginning

The circles of time meeting one another

Through today, tomorrow and yesterday

Always turning, always spinning

The movement of one moment to another

Each word marking out time on the page

Dissolving into silence in search of another.

Thank you for reading and being part of my #APoemADay Challenge for November

#APoemADay Day 29 – Love on the Radar

#APoemADay Day 29 – Love on the Radar

Love on the radar

Emanations of splendour

Turn in and tune in

To the soul song within

To experience alleviation

Of life’s altercations

With sweet succour
Of joyful life-nectar

#APoemADay Day 28 - Willow

#APoemADay Day 28 - Willow

Weeping willow

Hold me in your falling leafy limbs

Help me grow from my grief

Teach me your still silent wisdom

These tears spring from gnarled roots

Anchored in the archaeology of my story

Help me dig deep to discover the
Sweet sap within the bitter bark

#APoemADay – Day 27 – Sunken Cities

#APoemADay – Day 27 – Sunken Cities

Beneath the water

Cities lay sleeping

For silty centuries

Upon the salty seabed

Drowned deities

Sunk in sycamore

Mysteries encased in

Abandoned barges

Sphinxes curl their tails

Keeping a watery gaze

At the gateways to

Toppled temples

Hippo headed goddesses

And giant bulls preside

Over ocean empty

Stony still streets

Here under the sea

Hieroglyphs swim

With Greek alphabets

Across tablets of stone

Fluid cultural metamorphoses

Generals become pharaohs

Drowned lovers turn gods

And sister queens goddesses

In a titanic outpouring

Of shared inspiration and wisdom

The dreams of two continents

Slipped beneath the waves

Their sleep uninterrupted

Until this modern awakening

Unblinking eyes of seabathed stoneNow gaze upon humanity again

#APoemADay – Day 26 - Angels of Rest

#APoemADay – Day 26 - Angels of Rest

Lattice of spectral shadows

Angel dance of light playing

Between light and shade

In intricate rivulets of stone

Tiny incubating chapel of rest

Hand hammered in minutiae by

Innumerable nameless masons

Whilst sleeping lords in tombed glory lie

Dedicated craftsmanship

Carvings by devoted hands

Meet modern day artistry

In peaceful glass and stone duet

Six illuminated angels

In crystalline spirals

Extend loving hands

Within sculpted cocoons

Inviting us to remember

Those whose essential selves

Still abide within the

Chambers of our hearts

Held there within

The intricate caverns

Of our memories -

By the lines of our love

The people you love become ghosts inside of you and like this you keep them alive – Rob Montgomery

#APoemADay - Day 25 – Blood

#APoemADay - Day 25 – Blood

Shot of red across pavement

Breaking of a body

By a man with a broken mind

Who mistook murder for heroism

A mother lies fallen

Sacrificed to her commitment

To make this world a little more

Welcoming, a little more joined up

And another man has fallen

For the terrible illusion of national identity-

The lies that are only skin deep

And make a monster of a man

And the tabloids continue

To bang their divisive drums

And blare their salacious slogans

To incite fear and rage

They parade their poppies with pride

These emblems of scattered blood

Forgetting that it is the lie of nationalism

That lead millions to their death

She will not have died in vain,

Nor will they – if somehow

Amidst this terrible darkness

The light of peace emerges

For what a world it could be

If we remembered that our

Poppy red blood unites us in

One great river of humanity

#APoemADay – Day 24 – I Forgot

#APoemADay – Day 24 – I Forgot

I forgot

-       I misplaced myself

In the swamp of daily lists

The relentless to-do list

The busyness of the city

In forgetful busyness

            I forgot myself

            And my forgetting me

            Challenges me to remember

            To make a daily space to create

For busyness can dampen

            Muddy and eventually

            Drown a creative soul

            And here I must gasp for breath

I must cherish the space

            For the voice that sings inside me

            And hums with the business

            I am really here to do.