solace

here i am
right here
write now
wherever you are
i am here
we are speaking

a b i d i n g

together
son, daughter,
wife, brother
sister, mother
grandchild, friend
descendent

in these binding words
that run through the you
that run through the me
here we are in silence

look for me
in these dark corners
between the lines
and you will find
i am the soft whisper
of quiet thought
hiding in your mind
embracing you

here

now

forever.

this city

this city embraces you
it holds you close to keep you warm
and plunges a knife into your back
to cut out your liver as it laughs

this city cries with you
when you languish in your isolation
and it laughs at you
when you seek to crawl from shadow

this city is a knife edge
between furious possibility
and a plunge to the dagger rocks below
while we walk the centre-line
between a life and a death

this city that would love you
like you were one of its own
and just as soon tie you in a sack
and throw you to the cold, dark waters

this city is insane –
infected by the leaking minds
of the swollen multitude
trying to fever-burn us away
weeping all the while

and i,
i can feel its bones
in the granite and the asphalt
out of which we will shape our caskets
that we might be buried beneath her skin
forever together

so long

so long
so long a reign
my whole life
my children’s too
and most of mum’s
more than 70 years
on my money
periodically
on my mind
so long this heart beat;
stability through tumult
a quiet ever-presence
so long we’d thought,
it would never end…we’d thought
God save the Queen
were words we would sing
now instead will echo
God save the King
as Charles does ascend
Elizabeth we commend
to that rest we all receive
so long, so short, now gone
so long…

Calliope

not one to imprison, not one such as she
i think that i would, i must, set her free
that inspiration would come gifted to me
unencumbered by debt or darkened envy,
unburdened by forced word, a forced quality
weighed down and crushed as one judged guilty;
i would rather spin away to chaos and entropy
to drown beneath the waves of a wordless sea
than bind my muse,
my fickle goddess,
my somewhat present
Calliope.