Mytholmroyd

In The room, sat The man, alone,
with the glow of dying embers,
painting patterns on plaster walls.
A strong moon lit a frosty pane
in a window on the world,
this winters night
frozen within an icy tomb.
The man sat staring, not moving
outwardly,as candle flames flickered
haunting shadows from his past.
In his hands,his life,
the pen and the spirit,
on the table, the demons lie
in an empty page.
Neither moves, forward nor back,
only time shifts onward.
Outside,footprints,something
stirs, more alive than anything
here,more real, earthly savage.
But the man sits,unmoved
by such vibrancy.
Closer in,his eyes reddened
by the flame,something
flickers and distills,the spirit
revived,uplifted and downed,
the pen moves fast,manically
tracing acres of open page,
two lives now,inside and out
as yet un-met, as one,
both earthly savage.
His face expressionless,
the clock ticks on,
the page is written,
his job is done.

Loneliness

Loneliness

It sits stale,hanging there

as dust,picked on shafts

of a late afternoon sun,

in sticky syrup-thick air,

muffling the sound

of the clocks slow tick.

It seeps around the frames

of the loved and departed,

staring back,mournful

still,from the memories

of a once living place,

where now only dust sits.

Lights

The lights are coming on

at number twenty one,

the sun, long gone,

darkness,where once it'd shone,

the street,bathed in neon,

less clear,more wanton,

as if painted for passion,

knowing looks,

a flash of nylon,

a suggestive situation,

at number twenty one.

Poppy

Poppy

Why is my poppy plastic

with papery petals,so small

against the vastness of history?

its redness dulled,not by

blood of forgotten armies,

only the marching of time.

Like memories of those

Flanders fields,where

lives fertilise the ground.

To Fallowfield and Urmston,

a neat row of poppies

silent in their November boxes

Leggings

Leggings

Fashionable? functional

found in black or blue,

a lazy ladies lounge wear

trend, that's

thrifty, thin and

see-through

Allowing us all to view

whats on offer front 

and back,

your fat-knickered

saggy ass

and a full on

baggy tw*t!