The touchstone of delinquent want Now walks away before the dawn It has slumbered in irregular thought Breaching the angry night in dreams Now it could never be anywhere else Floating past on chance's ebbing tide To say goodbye upon a passing night
Colourless wraiths Encapsulated in paper That cannot come forth Until the wasp colour runs true And they gnaw out their cell But their home is cast down They cannot know Rain slushes its rigidity away Or that outside the Queen rages For she has worked so hard Chewing wood for a month To make her palace of paper Now it is gone; she is lost Tired; so tired; her children are dying; Upon the ground in the May rain She mourns, she regrets, and then she leaves And the imagos still sleep Until water washes away coverings And the blue tit comes To think nothing of great compassion When there are young to feed The Queen must begin again There is wood to grind And her abdomen is full of eggs That will not wait another summer Perhaps there is time enough left
A perfect, green day I have to say Is always found in the month of May But what delights might come too soon Now on the horizon is flaming June On the warmest wings does summer fly Its zenith reached in hot July Of all the months of heat and dust I love most the winds of August
Nothing that is wrong is yet to be put right When lovers do feel such unanswered pain Know truly that there is everything to gain For if a man does his best in loves fair game What but his pride, can ever be put to shame?
Bring not one drop of rain Nor breathe out blowing wind But together we may raise a storm If we make no sound; Moving with the softness of cats Velvet pads stroking on silken cloth Till all stills in the sated purr of joy
A dragon aflame, riding morning's sky Opened by warmth nectar runs freely From gems that nod on slender stems Sweet blood from unstoppable heartbeats That emanate from the very Earth itself Bees leave comb for these glorious veins And the honeyed vampires drink their fill
Only the dappled shade of May Jade hills awashed red and blue Heartsease in the midst of chaos No ill thoughts may come here Not till day embers still in the west Not until La Luna appears icy cold Full curved and shimmering above me As crystal clear water slips through fingers As badgers play outside loamy setts Then shall I think of you again See the monster appear in the gloom Wrapped about in laws and improbability Stands instance with outstretched hand And I shall take it and join you; it is time
Stumbled step and muffled yawn Mopeds move on dusty streets Old man shuffles, smiles and greets A pelican at night does stroll While under windmills lives a troll I have not found a golden fleece But a paradise exists in Greece
Sorry for not posting anything for a while as I was on holiday in Mykonos for 12 days. I'll post some photos soon as I have processed them. When I got home I was given this. Mike had sent a copy of my book to the Queen. I now have a mental picture of them in bed reading it and the Queen yawning.
From a Tuscan harvest Of a long past summer Precious oil flows Smears on skin like silk Glides; caresses a covering; Too many autumn's old This field accepts the harrow For the welcome kiss of moisture And I am ready for growth After a long lonely winter