i.

silver like the mind
when the dream of the body
is left behind

votive oracle, archetype
to so many metaphors
moon on water but

ii.

blinded by coupling serpents
where could i turn my face
moon on the water beyond reach

athens granted i’d paid penance
but the furies persist
beyond time moon on water

iii.

as incomparable as time
to eternity the poet said
i rise & set, turn & return

containing all oracles
grow old in mirrors
where life shortens

iv.

how should i call you
you are me & not me
i am & i am not

i am everything i believe
& all that you deceive
stripped bare by the seasons

Olwen.

i.

white may day lady
white owl screech
down the milky way

trefoil from her
foot prints sprung
quarter heaven

at dawn on
the white track
a golden wheel spins

a silver wheel spins
arianrhod & olwen
triple goddess of the moon

white bosomed swan
milk spurted from her breast
the starry way

a stellar mill where the dead
become the radiance of the sun
in the face of a flower at dawn

The Soldier

i.

the soldier desperate
for a share of glory
was sent as a child to war

a taste of honey
black & white in the parade
forget me not lips prayed

ii.

his statue stands
so forlorn so dire
pointing to the sky

a propaganda machine
a helpless pawn
homage to the nightmare

iii.

moon through a glass
he eats the dead’s flesh
& drinks nightmare’s blood

trapped in a battle
on the growing line
& erasing shore beyond

iv.

as the sky presses down
like a broken jig saw puzzle
ghost in a machine

he digs at dawn a shallow
grave for a new age to fill
as fodder for his never born

v.

on a plane of dark intent
plane of presentment
divides the sea not to free

the battlefield on the hurtled
course of a crazy star than burns
to star dust on god’s last gasp.


Moon the Water

i.

a corporeal cacophony
a dramatic liturgy
stars wars & natural selection

star son, archer of love
alas, too lowly to be great
but vulnerable enough to suffer

ii.

in antiquity it is said
human inhabitants of forests
much taller than now

believed their minds
to be the avery canopies
that swarmed the air

iii.

still virgin metamorphosis
was inconsolable loss
with none to share their grief

to their dead grew faceless
in a jig saw world
with each piece flawed

iv.

moon on the water
veil on the growing line
& the shore’s erasure

Poetry Life & Times