posted on February 2, 2014 at 12:16 pm
more spruik-free poesy

more spruik-free poesy

 

The meridian is skewed the crew are all malaria and stewed

The longitudes have changed we have been exchanged seas

The coastline of castles cragged above the feather nested beds of head

The dreaming squires under skies of cadmium blue

Oh how I flew to be with you honey boo

Inside the dome sealed cavernous yawn of chasm cracked and horned

Where the twinkle bells of fells and dells haunted by our older selves

The caves and mossy lime twigged dawn

Sometime later a satyr who is just a childish faun

Under a wavering sun our doom already begun we were softly spun

Visiting lands with no day and then sleep but no night

Some spiteful imp empties sympathy delightfully

In a harbour called Grudge some drudge in a kitchen is already bitching about the sludge

In elemental principles the crucible of life is forced to include its own source

Among the caskets and hatchets of the market basks the young archer

Saracen scimitar of Persian silver with its vibrating runic pulse in his tunic holster

The Punic wars adores such a man !

 

 

9 Responses to “anchor”

  1. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 2 February 2014 at 2:06 pm #

    It is a Sunday
    the one day of the week
    you are my anchor and my rock
    your hearling hands
    upon my ears
    when the bell dings
    for self sourcing cupie pie
    then the lids droop
    upon the eye
    not for boredom
    but something morish
    mother softly calls and calls
    but he looks impassive
    in his dream having a ball
    all seems well she thinks
    as he peacefully breathes
    and doesnt blink.

  2. avatar
    Anonymous | 2 February 2014 at 7:55 pm #

    ‘cavernous yawn of chasm cracked and horned’ – that’s a good one. Cool photo to go with today’s blog, too.

  3. avatar
    david duchow | 2 February 2014 at 10:24 pm #

    brilliant.

  4. avatar
    andy | 3 February 2014 at 2:12 am #

    that brain sure is a fertile plain at the mo!
    another great piece….

    yeah steve, i took chrissy over to scan-land for a few days as a suprise 34th anniversary treat…based in copenhagen, but as sevrige is now only across the bridge…..
    never got quite as far as your olde stomping ground, but close enough!
    you are 100% right…them nordic types are born sensible and genteel and decent.
    yes sir, i, like you, like them.

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  5. avatar
    . | 3 February 2014 at 2:39 am #

    we arrived at nearly the same time
    our science vessel bruised and battered from entry
    in the distance another band of explorers drift slowly
    as if frozen in time…a permanent fixture to the landscape
    but one of the sailors saw us in the corner of his medieval eye
    and bade us to come to help unravel the mystery of the destruction
    corpses and metal bows, swords with jewels…a valley void of love
    thousands upon thousands who fought for nothing & who knows what
    while their kings and queens remained protected in their keeps above
    wo be unto them, for the spirits of the deceased shall surely haunt…

  6. avatar
    Rachael | 3 February 2014 at 2:51 am #

    Breathtaking. Especially beginning at “Inside the dome…”

  7. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 February 2014 at 8:54 am #

    ‘Cavernous yawn’ – can relate to that. going through the motions of life & existence. As it was once writen ‘life is vanity’ or something like that. When does it end, when does it start!


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