Res's Writing and Poetry

"Ray and Ollie"

Ray and Ollie

Flying mane and feathers

And a two wheeled cart

Lower illustration Copyright © Caroline Binch
From the children's book "Since Dad Left"
Published by Frances Lincoln

"Weather Report"

There be squalls

Here in Penzance

Chasing each other

Across roof~tops

Of houses and cars

Dashing themselves

Into vapour

On all surfaces.

Death-sliding down

Roofs ~ over edges

Launders and gutters

Down~pipes overflowing

Making raging rivers

In miniature

Down the steep streets

Leading to the sea.

Causing little dams

Of rubbish to form

Behind the wheels

Of parked cars

Last nights take away

Making a dash

For freedom

To evade

The hungry gulls

School girls squeal

As each cold gust

Hits them

Too fashion conscious

To wear a coat

Or carry a 'brolly

Visibility closes down

As each squall hits

Opens again as sight

Follows the squall

Into the distance

And between each squall

Sunny spells shining

On the washed clean

Streets

The street cleaners

Will be happy

All the rubbish

Is at the bottom

Of the hill!

"Waveform Poems"

Above the wave crest

A shaft of winter sunshine

Lights it's path to shore

Between reef markers

Ravenous breakers rush in

Hungry for the shore

Stapled granite walls

Help protect the railway line

From the hungry sea

As the waves die down

Hungry gulls return to feed

Dodging every wave

"Tulip Petal Love"

Tulip petals on a book of poetry

Upon the bed where they fell

Would they hint at morning whispers

Morning dreams, if they could tell?

"To Samarkand"

Written in answer to "The Librarian Requests Your Attention" by Mademoiselle Omnisciente

Ah, to Samarkand with Flecker or Cathay with old Marco,

Or round the Horn with good Zeng He, so many years ago.

And when I was a soldier out there in the mire

We fought FOR running women and to save their homes from fire.

I'm written through with sagas and tales of misspent youth

And sufferings, wars and glories and that old search for the truth

And simple soldiers poetry that tell the tales of Old

And Beasts who came into your life to save them from the cold!

But when it comes to lessons, my slate is clean and clear

And so I come to sit with you, I come to sit and hear.

"The Apple. To Eve"

You did not tempt me

With that apple.

T'was not you

Led me astray.

I ate of it

And Oh so gladly

So that with you

I might stay!

Oh I dearly loved

The Garden

But that Paradise,

I freely state,

Would be a

Damned

Hell on earth

Without thee

My Beloved

"Storms, Squalls and Tempests"

Making love

While

The rain

Beats

On our window

Matching our rhythm

And our pauses

Increasing

In intensity

Building

Like handfuls

Of gravel

Flung

Urging us

Squalls

Whipping us

To a frenzy

Higher

And higher

The cold

On the window

Overcome

By the Heat

In you

The cold wet

Of the rain

Washed away

By your liquid

Fire

Outside

Winter storms

Here with us

Volcanic

Paradise

You are my squall

My tempest

My Goddess

Let me bathe

In your storm

Let me lie

in the sunshine

on the beach

Of your

Spent passion

Forever

Friday, 21 September 2012