Wednesday, September 9, 2015

(Thelonious that is...)

Butterflies stop by,
(the man with the funny hats is playing)
dancing, they sashay, shimmy, and soft-shoe-shuffle.

He dances a little himself: puppet jerking to the tenor's syncopation;

then back to dissecting the blues, searching, trawling the deeper dissonant strain  -

plotting the saddest sadness.

Today, he is gone, the man with the funny hats;

...the butterflies dance on

holy roller
this is your story
this is your song

Saturday, September 5, 2015


He was the bully;
pumelling on the new kid day after day,
his sycophants baying for blood  -
(they'd get it soon enough).

It was during training for the school leaving dance
(americanised to 'prom' now I believe);
the teacher had left the hall and the boys were indulging
in some light-hearted horse-play,
in the course of which the new boy bumped into the bully,
who immediately raised his fists, ready for the usual
( sycophants baying).

Suddenly: silence!
for the new boy had raised his fists, and with a lightning jab drew blood  -
one blow and it was all over! apart from an artistic display of back- peddling
from the bully until teacher returned.

The sycophants got their blood  -  did it matter whose, I wonder?

Later I asked him how he managed it  -  he just didn't know;
he knew it had happened  -  the bully carried a black-eye for a week  -
but he had no idea how he did it.

to know that something is working mysteriously in our favour!

school fight
smelling blood from him
next day


Home from Helmand; one hand less; nerves a bag of marbles.

Home to cry and cry:
his dreams smelling of cordite;
the slow-motion frame-by-frame passing of the many souls
through his 'cross hairs'.

The fountains spurting,
the terrible fountains spurting;

heads rolling like tumbleweed through a desolate place.

The kneeling fountains spurting!

Wept out,

he hears again the Fajr Prayer: DAWN  -  a new day,

and, from the nursery, comes life teetering  -  forgiving!

she makes a purple sun
out of playdough
...and mends a broken soldier