Today's poet

[freckle]

The Runner

Fickle woman
dreams of you
poetic soul
never thinking
you could be hers
that maybe you are
free as a bird
and now...
here you are
within grasp
and there she runs
fear gripping
a scarred heart.
You won't catch her.
Better alone
than step into
the unknown.

How enigmatic fair artiste very beautiful

[freckle]

Bedlam.

Chained to the wall,
What do you see ?,
Paying your penny,
You poke me with sticks,
Spit,drink and vomit on me,
I see right through you,
Whilst you look down at us all,
We might be animals to you,
But we are free,
We can speak our mind,
Without loss of liberty,
The king cannot put us in our place,
We are already separated from the human race,
So i ask you who is free ? ,
The sane or the mad,
Is yours just a prison with more light,
The soldiers can't take me in the middle of the night,
I will try with all that i am,
To prove that i am more free than you,
In Bedlam.

By Herakles.

Thank god its isn't quite as bad as all this these days although far from perfect I am sure! thank you for the reminder herakles

[Mossdog]

Maelstrom

You, yes you,
have launched me
tonight
into a maelstrom
of confusion-
love, desire, pain, regret,
FEAR
all is - collision,
shatter,
fragments, of
my essence
into so much
shrapnel
now earth bound,
exhausted, these
silent shreds
barely rest,
before,
once more
cast asunder
dizzily, skyward.
I
cannot think,
catch my thoughts,
hear my feelings,
through the
delirium
of Love
for YOU.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO......

[freckle]

Maelstrom

You, yes you,
have launched me
tonight
into a maelstrom
of confusion-
love, desire, pain, regret,
FEAR
all is - collision,
shatter,
fragments, of
my essence
into so much
shrapnel
now earth bound,
exhausted, these
silent shreds
barely rest,
before,
once more
cast asunder
dizzily, skyward.
I
cannot think,
catch my thoughts,
hear my feelings,
through the
delirium
of Love
for YOU.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO......

Wow! this is amazing Mossy just utterly brilliant, you so achingly describe the fear of falling in love and the sense of resignation and abandon when it happens.........a classic friday night poem! thank you so much for sharing this one with us

ps "all is collision" wish I had written that!

[Hes]

Maelstrom

You, yes you,
have launched me
tonight
into a maelstrom
of confusion-
love, desire, pain, regret,
FEAR
all is - collision,
shatter,
fragments, of
my essence
into so much
shrapnel
now earth bound,
exhausted, these
silent shreds
barely rest,
before,
once more
cast asunder
dizzily, skyward.
I
cannot think,
catch my thoughts,
hear my feelings,
through the
delirium
of Love
for YOU.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO......

I really love this Mossy. Hmmm...seems I am not the only one that finds love (or the idea of it in my case) frightening and overwhelming.

[Harry H Howgill]

The Runner

Fickle woman
dreams of you
poetic soul
never thinking
you could be hers
that maybe you are
free as a bird
and now...
here you are
within grasp
and there she runs
fear gripping
a scarred heart.
You won't catch her.
Better alone
than step into
the unknown.

Beautifully put Hes.

[Harry H Howgill]

That's brilliant. Does anyone know what the game of Clumps is all about?

Hi Freckle, yep, been feeling totally frazzled for a while but there is light at the end of the tunnel and this time next week I can look forward to a period of making new work. Hope the tea party is going ok!

Indoor Games near Newbury
poem by John Betjeman


In among the silver birches,
Winding ways of tarmac wander
And the signs to Bussock Bottom,
Tussock Wood and Windy Break.
Gabled lodges, tile-hung churches
Catch the lights of our Lagonda
As we drive to Wendy’s party,
Lemon curd and Christmas cake

Rich the makes of motor whirring
Past the pine plantation purring
Come up Hupmobile Delage.
Short the way our chauffeurs travel
Crunching over private gravel,
Each from out his warm garage.

O but Wendy, when the carpet
Yielded to my indoor pumps.
There you stood, your gold hair streaming,
Handsome in the hall light gleaming
There you looked and there you led me
Off into the game of Clumps.

Then the new Victrola playing;
And your funny uncle saying
"Choose your partners for a foxtrot.
Dance until it's tea o'clock
Come on young 'uns, foot it feetly."
Was it chance that paired us neatly?
I who loved you so completely.
You who pressed me closely to you,
Hard against your party frock.

"Meet me when you've finished eating."
So we met and no one found us.
O that dark and furry cupboard,
While the rest played hide-and-seek.
Holding hands our two hearts beating.
In the bedroom silence round us
Holding hands and hardly hearing
Sudden footstep, thud and shriek

Love that lay too deep for kissing.
"Where is Wendy? Wendy's missing."
Love so pure it had to end.
Love so strong that I was frightened
When you gripped my fingers tight.
And hugging, whispered "I'm your friend."

Goodbye Wendy. Send the fairies,
Pinewood elf and larch tree gnome.
Spingle-spangled stars are peeping
At the lush Lagonda creeping
Down the winding ways of tarmac
To the leaded lights of home.

There among the silver birches,
All the bells of all the churches
Sounded in the bath-waste running
Out into the frosty air.
Wendy speeded my undressing.
Wendy is the sheet's caressing
Wendy bending gives a blessing.
Holds me as I drift to dreamland
Safe inside my slumber wear

Was this the kind of tea party you were having? Cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off...

[Harry H Howgill]

Let me put it this way:
if you came to lay

your sleeping head
against my heart or sleeve,

and if my arm went dead,
or if I had to take my leave

at midnight, I should rather
cleave it from the joint or seam

than make a scene
or bring you round.

There,
how does that sound?

Simon Armitage

[Harry H Howgill]

Aw Hes this is so lovely i love JB...our tea party was for the little uns so not quite so sedate, more running round like headless chickens and trashing my house ! I highlightedin red the lines i especially liked...beautiful stuff...I really liked your bird poem too, its funny becuase when I went for a walk with the dog this morning through our local graveyard which is also a bit of a nature reserve (no kids) there was a dead pheasant lieing on one of the paths near the graves, i found it a bit eery...that books sounds nice tho will have to look it up.

I've done a lot of cycling this week to and from work and I've seen more dead animals than alive sadly. A badger, fox and a young deer all currently along the A6. Poor things.

[freckle]

Let me put it this way:
if you came to lay

your sleeping head
against my heart or sleeve,

and if my arm went dead,
or if I had to take my leave

at midnight, I should rather
cleave it from the joint or seam

than make a scene
or bring you round.

There,
how does that sound?

Simon Armitage

Bloody nora! How gorgeous is this!!! I can't believe the posts tonight just awesome! I hope he reads this one too!