Soft rays breeze silver for waxing green leaves
Red berry hands beauty to stem strangled weeds
Crows hack out the skyline
Slime chewed rooting succumbs to their fate
Wood pigeon soothes hedgerows of dense
Sparrow space
Tall grass bows their seed heads
While nestling docks bring
Damp balm to the woodlouse
And the nettles sharp sting.
Intoning the bells of my brethren
Gasping within their air
I cling to this sofa as
Limbs and fire storms roam
through districts of carnage
That they once called home.
I pray that in this moment
They may see through my eyes
That they may be opened, relieved
Re moved by the beauty outside my door
Re-joined and re-made
Within this same planet
This same moment
To taste again the nectar of
Bees suckling yellows, oranges and
Yes even these blood red poppies
Shaded and shaved
Beneath the olive tree’s
Translucent bark.
For rested air
Libatious watering drunk in the nowness
Sentient timpani’s tickling Her leaves
Musical prowess set reed-sways to breathe-time
Key-swings of bees-wing shock bass-lines conceived.
Symphonies of Beauty skien richly dense air
Mesmeric chip-chip-chaff, thwip-thwip-swift their peers
Searching for feathering and perch-deep soft armouries
As Love performs harmonies in sweet Mystical spheres.
After hearing the beautiful album Elements of Nature (Song of the forest) by Matthew Heyse-Moore
Oh
wood pigeon you deep throat
cry me to mate.
Neck ballooning with longing
you resonate
above these slates
this mist, that
diesel track to Weston.
The roof top between us
is hiding my presence.
Acting the beat box.
What have you in store for me?
What desires drive your calling
to chimneyed horizons?
How far do you fly
your bare twigs
to nest hopes on
this city bird table.
Prepare to entice me
To your perch
and if not me, then
Who, who, who?
Who, who, who?
city slowness 