Thanks Anisio
for the reblog
.the reading. things are not ideal,they never have been. someone is eating the covers. i think the time is right. slowly we clean and tidy. wait for the shop to open. wait for the table to be moved. this will be the sewing room. use all spaces. sbm.
things are not ideal,they never have been.
someone is eating the covers. i think the
time is right.
slowly we clean and tidy. wait for the shop to open.
wait for the table to be moved. this will be the sewing
room.
use all spaces.
sbm.
dad did not die in the war
he sent primroses to my
mum
from somewhere
in england before i was born
there is a half sister
somewhere
who says he was not up to much
i have his army photo with dried
white tack
it falls off the wall
you see it sometimes in passing
a glimpse of another life
another way of being
trees reflected
think beyond that horizon
to a home that awaits when we relocate
will our work be different?
will the souls arise?
you see it sometimes in passing
light & hope & if the heart is ready
the work comes different
water meadows
dark
crossed
X
tucked in with you
look at the eye squint
it is black
nothing can get at us here
in the black
you know it all
i have told you over
your eye glints in the dark
you look the same always
and
you say nothing
people walk by
it is a long time since i drew a bear of wool
((it is about abuse / homelessness/ the need for a place of safety))
it is a new stove. i had it last year.
while away i left the door shut
on my return i lit the sticks and coal
november the fifth
i cleaned it next morning ready
and found the tiny bird by the door
inside
not even burned
yet dead
i have kept it photographed it
it was not a bonfire
it was an accident
oddly rhymes with posterity
austerity
the irony
how can they make such rigid stuff
from soft wools
take the thing then
harden it.
they say it will last a lifetime
hold its own
tradition
in the cold frozen
the code will not work,
nor will the counting with interruptions
austerity rhymes
with irony
not posterity
