Woops! Let’s go cavorting! (silly one)

woopie-doo-dah, doo-dah-day
let’s fly, and fly, fly far away,
over the hills, a far flung thing

who’s to reason or wonder why?
i see no reason here to stay
i can hear the fairies sing!

have you forgotten we once flew?
the hour is late but not too late
i have a wish for morning dew
and mountains high
and rushing rivers wide and deep
and the holy grass beneath my feet
deep in the woods
where the shadows play

come prepared
follow the hare
spin three times
bow to the moon
here comes the breeze
here comes the spin
whirling like leaves up to the sky
the wind that’s strong will lift us high
but don’t let it blow your top knot off!

View from Ward 10

In the past the Oak and Rowan grew
In that place that once I knew
The Silver Birch and Elder too
In whispering rows behind me stood

From this window now I watch
One lone tree against the sky
As I wait for time to pass
Pressed against this frosted glass

If perchance a winter tree
Is the last I ever see
I hope the woods remember me.

Mer Sea

sweet tides
in the depths
the mermaid hides
where no-one goes

sweet tides
comb her hair
she swims up
when no-ones there

sweet tides
wash her near
her sailor waits
she need not fear

sweet tides
wash them close
they sink down
in loves embrace

sweet tides
where life grows
water warms
water cools

sweet tides
the currents flow
a wave to ride
or drown below

sweet tides
the sky reflects
green depths
blue above

sweet tides
in his eyes
sweet tides
pools of love

Tomorrow – a rubaiyat

The stars of the heavens are clear and bright.
I stand here alone, looking up tonight.
The song of the nightingale fills my heart
Ecstatic soloist, brings sweet delight

A softened light shines from the crescent moon,
At dawn it lips the ocean in a swoon.
All night I watched awake, we are apart.
The treasured morning cannot come to soon.

The scent of roses fills the dawning air
As I walk out in peace without a care
Amidst this new-born darling of a day
Where all the fields are newly fresh and fair.

You bring a smile, a word, a tender glance.
Tomorrow’s here and all the world’s a dance.
The sky is blue, the clouds have cleared away
And I am dreaming in a golden trance

A Change of Climate

Swish of tyres on tarmac, passing,

sunshine streams, pooled pavements,

broad silvered snail trails of light,

reflection rippled in shallow puddles,

dark stark trees, spider limbs.

The sky is white, blinding, bright.

 

Up above a magpie screeches

it splits the air, startles me.

I squint my eyes to see

a flurry of feathers, a turn, a spin

the sky expands, all is dazzle,

sparkling shimmers, lifting wings.

 

A flock of migrating starlings taking flight

my heart rises up, follows

as they dip, turn, rise again

patterns shifting, riding air flows,

take direction, vanish to a far horizon

I may never see again.

 

Red earth that burns your feet,

rising dust walled by dried out mud,

cold shade in fountained courtyards,

the call to prayer at dawn

above green and golden minarets,

African heat, a dream.