Digging

Very pleased to have my first online published poem in Poetry Express, Page 37
http://www.survivorspoetry.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/PE381.pdf

MY MAGDALENA

My Magdalena

Seized rumours placed her on a Narbonensis shore

long before brief sojourns took me southward

truth is it doesn’t really matter

she had slipped in garbs of red long before

the dawn of Paul was grounded in his Rabat grotto

and like future lovers she had no call on me at all

then a trinity of de Grailly women took to bathe

each in turn lowered with their white shrouds into the

transforming water for each emerging Magdalena

rusted waters drained only for the story to be retold

their shrouds long gone new lovers stitch linen hems

for themselves to live in and enfold the myth

flickering the image into my blindness

bade me go and find those who paint anew

In search of Magdalena

This is an online gallery on my Flickr site.

In search of Magdalena

 Photo by Andrea Kennard from the gallery.

Accusation

Dark dream at five o’clock
Like incoming Bandits
Stealing sleep

Kicking you awake
Robbing any chance
To greet the day
On equal terms

The tube of darkness
Has been broached
And seeps crablike
Into the crevice
That was secret

Unstopped playback
Backs up the first
Assault

But what really
Gets to you is
Self-generated
Uncontrolied
Shrinkage

"Are you alright?"

There is a light
behind these dark eyes
presently shining inward
like a torch searching
for a valued coin
rolled under the
sofa

the buzz of tinitus
makes straight cuts
marking templates out
for future sounds

so I sit
bound to confess
dishonesties

always the pacifier
giving way and
when asked if
‘alright’ would
lie and answer
‘yes, fine’

for fuck’s sake
enough

the torch finds
the coin and it
is pushed into
the slot marked
‘speak your truth’

Into the light

Black Morning

My Day is Thursday

My day is Thursday
And you have the rest.
My things are trashy
You have the best.

Its just the way of life
I forget the strife
When I am with you

Your way is easy
And I have the stress
You have just left me
I am in distress

Its just the way of life
I forgot the strife
When I was with you

My days were empty
While yours over flowed
I must move on ward
Cos that’s how it goes

Its was a way of life
To forget the strife
When I was with you

Now things are better
You taught me to grow
I’m now a go getter
The sort you will know

Its is a way of life
Not like the strife
When I was with you

9th April 2011

These lyrics evolved from the first line which has a particular rythmn.
The theme was just there and seemed to arrive from no where.