Tuesday 2 August 2022

Drifting Away


I feel like a Yank
Returning to this rugged

Her face in repose
Utterly unfamiliar

In death 

It is her voice
That remains

The bright kindliness
With which she used
To speak my name

Summoning summer days
Of another time

Young men

Fast driving
Effortless friendship

I remember

David diving
Into the bottle-green
Calm of the deep

To retrieve the oar
That had slipped

Drifting away
Like a prophecy

Coming back
To the shallow shore
And the dying

Out of our friendship

I still don’t know
How we became
Such strangers

I think of him now
Pray for him sleeping 
Slipping away

Far away from here

The innocent bed
We shared back then
In the way that young friends did

As close in soul
As in body
The tender warmth
Of it

The beauty

And though it is lost
It is a history
That abides within my soul


Friday 5 March 2021


Across the field
to dawn at sea

a corner in the midday sun
beneath the sky at night

alone within his heart

the warrior waits for death
the watchman waits for dawn

to this have I been called
to wait on God

a moment forever
in expectancy of surprise.

Thursday 18 February 2021


A hoarse groan 
Echoes in the cave
That you have become

Death has been mining
Digging out the rich
Mineral of your life

Haunting your emptiness
Breaking our closeness


Not knowing what
Your eyes are trying
To say

Their pleading

And the fear
That you want me
To leave before it’s time

We no longer know
How to be
With each other

A tautness has entered
To replace the ease
Learned of lifelong


Parting is approaching
And we are not able
For it

Thursday 24 September 2020


I feel September
In my bones

The cool air of Autumn
On my skin

The colour of Summer
On my face

And peace within

The youth grown suddenly tall
Returning in the joy of festival freedom

A church bell tolls

The passing of the Hours
The turning of the days
And night lengthening

It will soon be time
To go inside
With quiet reflection

New lessons learned
And all things gathered
To the fire and to the soul

The warmth that keeps us
Through dark seasons
New beginnings and fresh hope

Wednesday 24 June 2020


He left home
A stranger
The heat of winter's
Fever burning

On the wrong
Side of everything
While she claimed
The honour 
Of a  superior choice

He wasn't worth
A word of farewell

Did silence tell
That they might never
Meet again?

(January 2020)