the horse of dreams
I never had a rocking horse, but having read
about rich kids having one, I wanted one too.
On a dump, I found the tail of a rocking horse
fastened the end to the gate into the yard.
Sitting on the gate, swinging through and thro
and for a moment, I was Hoppalong Cassidy
till the hinges broke, I fell off.
The owner of the property swore, thought
it was the work of hooligans.
Years late, mother found the horsetail behind
the wardrobe, by then I was grown up
and didn’t bother with childish things.
I was a nascent virgin stream
Born to glabrous mountain king
On the unflinching love his dream
The dark damsel of sky he fling.
On her rapture and cry I grown
Broken the rules with fickle friends
Freely flown as my growing brawn
Smoothing curves of fine couthy bends.
One day I reached the fall of love
Met your golden face and quiver
Fallen blind on your hands I calve
My silver hair known as river.
Mating, jiggling and blushed in red
Flown to the deep, deep to the bed.
(Horsetail Fall, located in Yosemite National Park in California, is a seasonal waterfall that flows in the winter and early spring. If Horsetail Fall is flowing in February and the weather conditions are just right, the setting sun illuminates the waterfall, making it glow orange and red. This natural phenomenon is often referred to as the "Firefall")
Silver foil sea glittering
crinkled cauldron surface slowly swirling
Lazy waves folding flashing
Sheet molten run up close then drain away
Steel sky and the arc-hung sun
Smoke clouds piled on Black Combe
Sandpipers, a butterfly shoal swinging swerving
and a solitary bird hurtles joyously
Languid gulls drink sun
Windmills wave to no one
Stones ground round by the silver sea
will become sand, rippled strand
A lone oyster-catcher musing by the water
moves on to muse again
Heat haze waves ripple the sea edge
on the shingle scree
Ocean of air and light, slow currents
Sound of many waters blown across my ears
Piping birds
Smell of the shore
A lark hung like a kite descending on its wire
unwinding its breathless trill across the dune hills
Lapwings hummed and clicked and whistled overhead
Little birds bouncing chirping on the wind
The lark reels on
Violets on the great dunes and small beetles with wheel-spin in the sand
Two brown rabbits crouched, watched
then hopped off
Pink horsetail tips like asparagus
stretched upwards by a bench
It seemed a long walk back
through the golden gorse
and the burnt gorse
which the council saw fit to clear
4.01
She'd grasped me unwittingly
- we are no more on this earth!
I heard frightened squealing
- we are no more here and there!
those were her last words
big nothing - a simple say
as the end of the world
starts with the end of the day
my love – I'll fallow your way
throughout silvery cobweb
gently plated on horsetail scales
I'll bear thy ashes until last breath
and wind a prophet mad
will blow the tale of dawn
protruding from behind
the veil of scorching night
with waving shimmer
across the fading skies
we'd used to be a dreamers
and soon we'll turn in to a dust
we'd used to be a streamers
amongst the ashed stars
as down below world grimmed
could not resist allure of bars
we'd used to be...
and be the peace with us
we are the leaves of tree
fondly axed apart
Portlaoise 05/03/2016
Steal a day
Just one
And take a ride
Down a dirt road
Without a map
And a cold beer
Between your legs
Cigarette dangles from your lips
Not a worry in the world.
The sky is blue with wisps
Of horsetail clouds
The flocks or birds swirl and swirl
The sun is cryptic not really there
Yet you feel the warmth beneath your
Loosely worn yarn sweater
Your hair blows finely in the wind
The yellow bandana holds it own
As the day goes on you realize
That you only need love to be by your side
You reach across the seat and squeeze her hand
She looks back at you and you know her mind
A quite brook a shady tree
You spread out a blanket for a picnic
But lust overtakes you and you make love
Lying there snuggled up tight
You realize that you love her so
And squeeze her just a little bit more
The sun begins to slide behind the trees
One last kiss before we go.
A perfect day stolen in time
Willow weep for me no more
By the bridge over the brook,
Search no more down by the stream,
I will not be where you look.
Wait not by the salty sea
Or wander long along the beach,
Captured by her horsetail waves,
I will be far out of reach.
When grass is high and sun is low
The garden where we once did go
Will hold no memeory of me now,
As leaves fallen from every bough.
Dream of happier times to come,
Of me you'll find nowhere and gone,
Heed not the whispers that you hear
For my love I won't be there.
Willow weep for me no more,
By the bridge over the brook,
Search no more down by the stream,
I will not be where you look.
Wait not by the salty sea
Or wander long along the beach,
Captured by her horsetail waves,
I will be far out of reach.
When grass is high and sun is low,
The garden where we once did go
Will hold no memory of me now,
As leaves fallen from every bough.
Dream of happier times to come,
Of me you'll find nowhere and gone,
Heed not the whispers that you hear,
For my love I won't be there.
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