Long travelled
am I,
amongst words
that have sailed
in and out of months
beyond the horizon
of years and age.
Set down
and scrolled out
in lexical identity
on parchment stane
quarried and carried
in the soft strom
of half light.
Earlier
I gave
a cursory nod
to the old man,
I had not considered then
that his solitary stature
would guide so many.
But his
aching, half arched frame
in washed out form,
guards entry
and signals the
traveller
of tides the
glimpse of long lost siblings.
And in your flatter
inflexion,
my attention drew,
to the obvious
island words,
that take shape
their derivative
prose.
Sung in angular
and Whale like form
their signature
icon denotes
my spiritual home.
And so,
the ellipsis
hidden from view
was always there,
its codified embodiement
still breathing amongst the living,
in you and I,
and all the seas
that ever were.
For time,
as with the bluntness
of Helgi’s flint like passion
…………the writing is on the wall
Categories:
stane, time,
Form: Imagism
John Albert Baines R I P
Beneath this sod the mortal remains
A man of this parish, John Albert Baines
A single young man, a butcher by trade
Paid a high price for the error he made
Went out and got drunk, himself and his pal
And staggering home fell in the canal
His pal pulled him out, but he fell in again
And now he lies sleeping under this stane
Stane--stone
fictitious person contest
Categories:
stane, funny
Form: Epitaph
For the love in me, for the the freak in you,
For all the naught things we like to do, I
have no shame, exploring your body is my
favorite game, You are the fire to my flame,
Are love fly like a kite, looking at you is
my favorite sight, Love is like a knot, you
stane it, Love is like a picture, you frame
it, love is like work, you maintain it,
love is like finding something, you claim it.
Categories:
stane, caregiving, devotion, faith, happiness,
Form: Romanticism