Hands of time

6th Jan 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

I have met you
a thousand times before.
Through vales of tears
and orbs of change.
You cannot hear me speak,
or see my transplanted worth.
And slowly, you sink out of sight.
A slow vapour, rising in the sky,
and scarcely remembered.

All this foolishness

5th Jan 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

Come let’s go.
First winter snowflakes,
falling on the empty bridge.
Down the river,
nothing stirs but stars.
The pitiless moon,
broken with sadness
waits for spring pleasure.
To light again the
dreams of deep sleepers.

The strange death of integrity

4th Jan 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

My father would say
‘live as honest as you can’
And speak out
when the sun is blotted
and light is critical.
When temptation is easier,
than a life that
is passionate enough.
I did not always listen
to my father, yet I am
his descendant.
Measuring the wounds
and desecration of ourselves.
And I love with passion,
the more I think.

Going silent into the wind

3rd Jan 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

A town off the grid,
a spectre in this concrete valley.
The men, fervent in pursuit
of unrequited love.
The women, graceful
in their willing smiles.
Yet always on the edge of sleep.
And in the margins,
the fault lines.
Falling between
dreams and dreams

A night down from the mountains

2nd Jan 2022 / Rugby Lion / Leave a comment

When the rain comes,
and come it will.
The northern souls,
on a wilder more
confident stream.
Will raise their flags,
and throw away their
death poppies.
And speak of a future,
of spirits storming
the blank walls.
The bedroom nights,
will fill with glistening softness.
That echo long in the mind.
And eyes will find each
others flesh, all over again.