Thursday, April 30, 2009

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

The Feast (Stanza Seven)

We drift in shallows still warm from day,
sing the whole night long.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Feast (Stanza Six)

I take the line,
his hands,
introduce him to my lips.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

The Feast (Stanza Five)

There is nothing on the fisherman's hook,
not even bait.

Friday, April 24, 2009

The Feast (Stanza Four)

Trawler, dinghy dancing in its wake,
cruises toward the fishing grounds:
crew working on the nets,
captain at the helm.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

The Feast (Stanza Three)

Whitebait, small waves, berley
brushing along the channel rocks,
fanning out into the harbour.

The Feast (Stanza Two)

I find him
fishing from the end of the groyne.

The Feast (Stanza One)

I leave the feast,
go to the beach
to watch constellations
shift in the vault of Heaven.
Coming soon to this space:
The Feast: a poem
as soon as I figure out how to get it up here :)

Friday, April 17, 2009

Dream about Josie

From my journal: 2 July 2002 Dream Text: Josie gives me a copy of a book/story she has written. It is A5 size, folded, stapled spine, has a green cover, is illustrated like a comic book, black and white line drawings in frames/boxes, medieval in style, based on the Arthurian legends. I'm living in an open-plan house of many levels. I misplace the book and and spend the whole dream looking for it.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Josie Stone
Left this world Wednesday 25th March 2009. R.I.P. dear friend.
The world is a much better place because you were here.

by Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
 Gone far away into the silent land;
 When you can no more hold me by the hand,
 Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
 Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
 Only remember me; you understand
 It will be late to counsel then or pray.
 Yet if you should forget me for a while
 And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
 A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
 Better by far you should forget and smile
 Than that you should remember and be sad.