Long Panelled Poems

Cold, so cold, as everything seems to enshroud me 
encasing light, the flame of life - darkness within.
Slivers of blue, ice my lips, like a frozen lake.
Am I in a nightmare - is this where...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With...

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A young man named Jonas stood at the doors
Of the house that had haunted his dreams
As behind the ornate, hand-carved oak
Its interior was not all it seemed

People entered the doors, then disappeared
It was the last...

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Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces                     
Piloted by...

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See there! She flies about the moor
Upon her favoured mount.
The waving, flowing grassy shore
bears hoofprints all about.
The waves her steed surmounts.
Her hair is flying here and there;
She hasn't thought of care.

Her little sister, Margaret Rose
Thro'...

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Where was I?
unusual.
behind 
the dizzying looking glass,
cement block,
panelled windows,
noonish saloons 
sipping my loathing 
like mosquitoes 
milking stone veins 

constipated. 

contemplating pretty suspects 
and their banditry of spotlight and shadows;
cute fashions with their dreamboat accessories. 

Snatched...

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The first night I arrived on my own.
Streets were darkening, yet kept alive
by lights in café’s and couples
walking arm in arm.
The driver carried my forlorn bag
into a bright, over ornate foyer.
Preliminaries over, I checked into
a...

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The Great Halls of Eden

(A lone voice whispers)

Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada

Dressed in a dark robe

With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake

I can remember when Love brought me through a...

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Is it today now or yesterday still?
Is it time already for morning pill?
hazy light filters in through the window,
as crimson gathers over distant hill!

Can’t tell early dawn from the evening glow,
for me time stands still...

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FLICK PROPHETIC FINGER 

Knocking hard on a massive ancient gate,
Step out of a gaunt, granite building,
Leave behind its austere contents,

With wood-panelled box-seats,
Pinching sardine-tight orthodoxy's rumps,
Say farewell to enforced isolation,
Corralled within a pulpit-facing pew,

Flick prophetic finger...

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I am not the giver, 
am not a diva.
Can't get you high,
can't even give you a fever.

When you are wet,  I can't get you dry
 When there is heat,  I can't give no...

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We moved house today
This house lacks warmth and heart
Everything in disarray
We don't know where to start
Things in packing cases
Others in a box
A pile of dirty laundry
Underwear and socks
Old toys that the children
Refuse to throw away
Looks...

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Majestic flight sweeps up from lobby sprawl
Mattress padding pink carpet creeps corners 
Bannisters ornate in century's old discussions
Omit disclosure of grim history above

Uniform scuff tread flat railed staircase 
Stretches ominously into third level dim
Each step...

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Burgundy drapes fall

From the window

This fireplace

The embers glow

 

Muted light

Reflecting

Panelled wood

Soft glowing

 

Crackle of wood

Flickering firelight

In our room

Our delight

 

Great Forest Tapestries

Of leaf and bark

Adorn the wall

Our forest

Our trees

 

In our room

Filled with books and...

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They hold their courts of pomp and ceremony in the name of history they say.

They sway the poor and destitute at arms length to avoid acknowledging their eyes, their hearts, their voices for existing in...

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Ahh Jamie lad where hast tha bin?
not heathered shire, so searched within,
nor  mountain river's gilded beck, but
inside burnt out blackened wreck

Brings the coffin from the plane, 
touches tarmac black again; coming
home with no hello,...

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