Long Rowan tree Poems

Ode to Harris

So they showed you
the politics of poetics
showed you how to sculpt
quotations
as if discreetly yours

sure-e-e... 

they told you of your godhood
at Harvard
but they crucified you at Rowan Tree
fourteen light stained pages
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6-15-00

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Watching years go by
like...

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Attempt I shall, to convey of my journeys to my sacred special safe place. A great form of meditation. For me personally, I choose to close my eyes and imagine my back up against a...

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Head twitching, 
black eye gleaming, reflecting moonlight,
He dreams of hoarding that great shiny orb. 
Tucking it in with his precious treasures
 inside the Rowan tree to feast his eyes upon... his alone. 
Perhaps he will...

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“Back garden” of my childhood I remember,
The front for special roses was reserved,
We sometimes ate outside in the back garden,
Alfresco though a word I never heard!
The apple tree the highlight of the garden,
The blossom in...

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I dwell where shadows hide behind your window,
Whispering secrets, silent and unseen,
Or walk alone beneath the rowan tree,
As trees splinter leaves with summer joy.

When the walls of dusk descend, twilight’s descent,
Casting its somber grasp upon...

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I dreamed of a Great White Queen, and she
Came galloping through the snow
'I come for the one who called for me'
Said she, 'did you call me?' 'No!'
For I was afraid, as all good men be
Who...

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Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled,
I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold
Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled
Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness enfold
like unspun wool on a distaff or...

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The Summer of Nineteen Sixty

Lying on a blanket by the loch side on a summer’s day
I close my eyes and listen to the quiet.
I hear the slap, slap of the small wavelets lapping on the...

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My shadow grew longer as the sun bid me 'farewell.'  
Beneath my rowan tree in dour thoughts, I shall dwell. 
I curse life for her heartless schemes  
for now shattered and frayed, are...

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The brightest green and dullest grey –
The colours of the cemetery.
The ancient yew tree, centuries old,
Still welcomes all into the fold.

The rich and famous, cheek by jowl
Co-habit with the village poor.
Now all are equal in...

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On the last evening of a wonderful weathered 

                        summer, flitting between...

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I tried to embrace you
as a steep descent of a river
with an array of steps
and you only sprinkled lightly on me.
But I was wet all over
enjoying your warm impact
before you became cold in plains.
White as...

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The rowan tree sees a light turn from white into grey colours turn 
to shades of dust and claws of branches blacken against the sky.
Rowan made from feathers, made from blood keeping me safe.

The rowan...

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