Third of the Year Already......

Ambulance

Some crashes happen for no madness

Others create it, forlorn understated belief

That it’ll all just work its way through

The articulated dream, hybrid mad thinking

Took you to caves,

to dark twittering caves, that drank you in.

The ambulance couldn’t get,

Snowed in by your early dark decisions,

But we lie here with blue lights dancing

on the bedroom ceiling,

And its siren in our hearts.

Arcana Reflex.

Sharp grey-blue smoke,

Curling, madly about this return,

Something told me, that we could cope,

Yet there was still so much to learn.

To turn your thoughts about,

Breath it in and then scream out.

The initiate mysteries we took in deep,

No climb to wisdom was quite so steep,

Lost my voice singing in my sleep,

Found it again, in your clothes strewn heap.

And it came unbidden, that this love was true,

That for us, there was little we could do,

To turn about old-heart shards, into something new,

Above this bedlamic affair, songbirds flew.

Began to see then, to understand,

Swirling whisky glass, in my hand,

Brings knowledge, and a little relief,

Into this moth's life, so sweet and brief.

Now we may huddle, as lovers tossed,

Rag-dolled bodies, where all sense is lost,

Perhaps to weigh, measure the real cost,

Time to track foot-prints, in this cold dawn frost,

Kiss me in this cool deep return,

Well tell me dear what have we learned ?

Have we the respect we think we've earned,

Seeing truth in eyes, kindled fire burns.

Alive.

We walk

Into a cinema

Cast of faces

Familiar

Haunting

Dead and welcoming

We take our seats

The stranger sits

Across the aisle

The film was unimportant

Feelings of gentle insecurity

General darkness

At home, long cool building

French window to a beach

Non-existing

The Lovers

The stranger, intruder

The questions

No answers

Attack and parry

Defend, and strike

The knife in his chest

Refuses to cut

Fight

I stab, while we flee

The windows are open

No beach to run to.

I stab his legs

His head and eyes

His skin comes away

The stranger

He is down

Knife under jaw and

Upward thrust

Twist into soft flesh

And splintered roof.

Lies still, the stranger

The dream continues

We are flying

Past the cinema.

Past the trees

Beech. No beach.

And nightmares

And stallions

A feeling, no view

That he refused to die

Standard chase and panic

A pause and perhaps

We'll live this time

Unimportant detail.

It's been a funny few weeks. Not funny "ha ha", in fact lacking a lot of "ha ha" altogether really, but hey, we're a third of the way through 2017 already. What did you expect?

Last night I was determined to go out and see people, but wasn't up to it when I got there, so didn't stay so long, and tonight, feeling a lot better in some ways, wasn't up to actually going out at all. Great. 

Still, on the positive side, the dogs have had two proper nice walks, and there's still Sunday to grapple with........

As a parting gift, here's a leveret I spotted the other day, trying her hardest to be invisible.....