The Persistence of Dandelions

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The Persistence of Dandelions

 

Tumbledown helicopters

Spiral across the eddies

Of countryside breeze

Forever entangling

And dis-entangling

In unseen vortexes

Of springtime

To settle and

Be torn away

Or, when old again,

Be plucked from

Rest

By some giddy lover

To be set upon

The rivulets of the air

Currents again,

To, in pieces, soar

Across the world

Until

The ground intervenes.

They will persevere,

As with every weed

Ripped from the ground,

A thousand take flight

On an unexpected breeze.

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Henry

xx

 

Carrion

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Carrion

 

Once, our ambition stretched across the stars,

Great mammoths trundled, carrying frozen

Shipments of our kind to distant stars,

A thousand years from home,

That would be dead and gone,

By the time they arrived,

Defrosted on the surface of strange worlds,

Similar, enough, to our own.

 

We burnt our bridges,

The planet we left behind was scorching,

We thought to leave our ruin behind,

But we carried it with us,

In our frozen coffins,

Brought disaster, human,

To new worlds,

Became again that which had ruined us,

Left us bereft of home,

Leaving only shells behind us

In the dust of space,

Rivers of stellar dust filled with the debris

Of doomed flight.

Single frozen capsules

Jettisoned,

Left adrift,

Faces of passengers frozen

In eternal slumber

Jettisoned,

Never to make those first,

Trembling, chill-stiffened steps

Onto our new Edens.

 

A few of us were picked up,

By the craft that came

To pick at the remains,

Wrenched from our time,

By cryo-stasis,

Into the arms of our unusual saviours,

Aliens now, ourselves,

Catapulted into a life

So unlike our own.

 

We persevere,

Picking scraps from our,

now ancestral, passing,

Aboard carrion-vessels,

In hopes that we might

Fish a single, freezer-burnt

Leftover

From the ashes,

Trail of refuse,

Our kind left behind us.

 

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What Larks!

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What larks it is on a summer day!

When everything’s going to shit!

The bus broke down

They left us here!

In this steaming puddle of..

It’s a lovely day!

The rain will clear!

What larks! What larks! What larks! 

It stinks! It’s gross!

It’s getting worse!

Those storm clouds are closing in!

Soon, we’ll be cold, damp

Miserable as sin,

At risk of death!

Or something worse!

(Like listening to you talk)

What larks! What larks! What larks!

I can’t believe you brought us here,

Why did you bring Clive?

He stinks worse than hell itself,

I’m sure he’s gone and messed himself

Not even worried that we can see!

Oh save us from this awful fate,

Or at least from one more moment,

Having to look at your putrid face!

What larks! What larks! What larks! 

We’re all going to die here!

So let’s just sit and wait,

If you say another word

I’ll run and leave you all alone

Into the woods 

I’m sure I heard

A wolf or bear,

Growling deep,

Who’d be better company 

Than you two freaks!

What larks! What larks! What larks! 

Lightning Hunters

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Lightning Hunters

 

In the the world before there was fire,

We sat, cold and shivering,

In our caves,

Waiting for a lightning strike.

 

A gift from the gods,

To carry home in ceremony,

Aloft,

Dangerous lifebringer,

That must be protected and fed,

Lest we spend another night in the cold.

In prayer we surrounded it, in love

For this mysterious blessing

That kept us from the night

Made our desperate hunts

Less risky in their prize

Knowing food would come

With less danger of deathly disease.

 

They said our ancestors made it from sticks

The elders, the storytellers ,

But in these damp lands

Of ruined towers

Great stone and metal precipices

Best avoided for fear of predators

There were little enough.

 

Once, we stretched towards the stars,

In stories, passed down,

We stretched too far,

Brought the god’s wrath upon us,

Filled great cities with poison

That great beasts fed upon.

 

We brought it upon ourselves,

So now we hide,

Last refugees of a dead race.

 

We search for lightning strikes,

Before the rain takes the bounty away from us,

Our brave hunters travel far.

For fuel and food and fire,

The last carried back as precious

As any of the rocks our ancestors cherished,

To be held in ceremony,

In the depths of our catacombs,

The hearth of our final days.

 

 

 

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Footprints

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Footprints

I walked as the bishop,

They bowed before me,

I looked disdainfully as

I passed along the aisle ,

Occasionally feigning to

Touch their filthy hands

As they raised them

Up, in worship,

Towards me.

 

I sat up as the hermit,

Left alone in the cave,

The last time i saw anyone,

They stared, as if

I was something other

Then them,

Once, long ago.

I left,

I’m closer to the truth now.

I know, one day,

I’ll find it.

I stepped back,

 

As the onlooker,

Covering my face as they passed,

On the way to their fate,

Grime-encrusted and foul-smelling,

I longed for the sweet scents

Of my home, once this parade

Of filth had passed,

Watched children pelt

these poor souls with mud,

Before I turned and ran,

Back to my own brood,

Slamming the door behind me.

 

As the actor,

I spread forth words ,

Written by another,

Given life by me,

Spinning worlds for

An audience entraptured by me,

As they would be,

For many nights to come.

I knew that whichever one,

Man, woman, that I

Brought back to my

Squalid little rooms,

Would talk if it

as a palace,

For years.

 

As the mouse I hid,

Whilst heavy feet

Slammed into the ground,

Making it quake,

As I slunk closer

Into my hiding place

It feeling less and less

Safe, with every

Shuddering

Impact.

 

As the hunter I smelt them,

They had been here,

The chase was almost over,

I paused, enjoying

The sensations of my

Weapons, as I readied

Myself, realised too late,

That this might be a trap.

 

 

Every moment, every soul,

Passed through me,

Was me, for a second.

I smiled, knowing where

My travels would take me

This merry evening,

I took my scythe

From the wall.

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Vines 

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Vines
In the wilds, there are only ruins,

Where the fortresses stood once,

Protection from the tide,

That took our civilisation

In the distant past,

Our castles could not stand,

But our city did.

We lured them, 

Pacified them,

Not with steel, but with plenty,

They tore down the gates of our bastions,

Left them empty shells,

Burnt and hollowed. 

When they came to our city,

We let them in,

Opened the gate,

Came to them 

Not with fire and iron,

But with food, welcome,

Relief from thirst.

We taught our great oppressor

That perhaps the plenty of our land

Could be shared

Instead of burnt.

This last act of desperation 

Was taken, by this tired army,

Our leaders spoke at last,

They were brothers, torn by power,

When their father died.

Finally, we had peace, 

Embraced lost siblings

Hand in hand,

Tears mixing

In hearth’s warmth

At last.

The castles still stand empty

A reminder, 

That in vanity and pride

We had fought our kin,

Brought our ruin upon ourselves,

And soothed it in the end,

Not with brimstone,

But with kindness.

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Shelter

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Shelter

 

 

There’s always shelter somewhere in the storm

Repeat it, as a mantra,

To protect from gales,

Buffeting rain turned to blades

In wind ice cold, penetrating

Even the warmest cloak,

On the hillside,

Far from home.

 

 

The journey will take its toll,

A price exacted upon you,

It may or may not

take your life,

It will be forever etched

Upon your soul.

 

 

There’s always someplace warm,

Some crag to cower under,

From the worst of nature’s wrath.

 

 
The storm takes,

The earth provides,

Though rain can soothe,

Mountains take lives,

If disrespected,

If the toll is not paid

It will exact it upon another.

 

 

 

Blood runs in the ground,

Washes away in the torrents

Becoming one with the earth again,

Leaving little trace of your path,

But ashes left under
An outcrop, embers
For the next traveller
To re-ignite.

 

 

 

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The Gardener 

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The Gardener

 

 

Pruning weeds she snips

At the unwanted growth

Protruding from corners

Disrupting orderliness

Blossoming where they should not

She snips at imperfections.

 

 

Raking leaves, fallen mess,

Seeking to marr her creation,

As the seasons pass her by

Every day a new task

To maintain this monotony

New buds ripped up,

Thrown to rot.

 

 

She wakes one day,

Realises this is no longer right,

Now in blossoms, weeds,

She can find beauty,

There is wonder in wildness,

Majesty in disorder.

 

 

She still snips, prunes,

With a more delicate touch,

But only where the wildness

Threatens to take the life

Away from those it threatens,

Where it will strangle

Or envelop irrevocably.

 

 

She lets the dandelions blossom,

Until they spray wish-seeds,

The Forget-me-not bloom,

Pastel reminders,

Hazel and Ivy spread and cover,

The stones that make her home,

Straight marching hedgerows

Shoot electric-shock hair.

 

 

She watches her work,

With a smile, knowing she can

Rest when she is done,

The garden will live on,

Changing form with the seasons,

Even without her care.

 

 

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xx

Slate

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Slate

 

 

The mountains survive

Their bellies emptied

Of the glass sharp stone

That was their life’s blood,

That fed the men who took it from them.

 

 

The mines are dead,

The mountains live on,

Taking discarded

Intestinal shards,

to armour

Their surface,

Leftover Debris,

minecarts fallen

For the last time,

On tracks that lead to nowhere,

Left to rust for too many years,

Now shuttered in place.

 

 

Walls that barely contain their purpose,

Though they still stubbornly stand,

Unaware that the men who built them,

The great wheels and chains

They housed, are all long dead.

 

 

Nature takes her bounty back,

Trees and wildlife abound,

Where once the land was stained,

Black with coal, pierced with metal,

That rusts, lonely,

On the mountainside,

Unearthed shards of blue stone,

Shine in the sun,

Wet from rain,

As shoots of life

Return to this cold valley.

 

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xx

 

Questing Knights 

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Questing Knights

Sir Lance and Sir Shield
We’re knights of great renown,
They rode across the lands,
To save damsels, men from beasts,
In honour and in glory,
They flew their banners high,
Though they often met together
To strive against their foes,
They had not yet raised visors
To look upon each other truly,
Fighting together oft enough,
After quests they soon departed,
Wishing each other well,
As they rode apart to right the 
Wrongs that wracked their lands,
Until they met again.

Then once they met in fateful clash
Against a foul knight bold,
He struck both valiants to the ground,
Took them to his hold,
Locked them in the dungeons,
Stole their helms and armour,
Left them alone, just the two,
To look upon, each said,
The most handsome man 
That they ee’er did see,
From castle, fens or the sea.

Their Bonds did break, as with all their strength,
They reached to clasp each other’s hands,
In union of strength and honour,
To unite their chivalrous power,
They grasped each other close,
As with their bond they broke the door
That kept them there prisoner,
Thrusting it into the far wall,
It struck the guard, 
who dropped the keys,
Then with a cheer they set
 the other captives free,

In a room, they found their armour,
Left discarded on the floor,
After one last great embrace,
They strapped it on, 
prepared for war,
Against this great foe who 
Had imprisoned them, 
in the darkness
Of their dungeon floor,
They clinked their helms against each other,
Placed them upon each other’s heads,
Found their swords and drew them sharp,
Prepared to battle evil
Or fall to death
Upon the cold hard floor,
Together stand, 
unite for battle,
Escape this prison and free them all.

They rallied all that could stand to fight,
Led them up to daylight bright
Together conquered castle and the walls
Until only foul knight remained
Hid, barricaded in his great hall,
His armour burnished, 
red as blood,
He waited on his throne,
Holding his sword across his knees,
Bellowing challenge into rafters and reed,
“You cannot take my castle
Without defeating me,
The guards are dead
The gate is locked,
Only I hold the key,
You will die here,
You,
Your Kin, 
Your Friends,
These rats you rescued,
Will die too, 
Before the day will end”

The Knights united laughed,
There open the door of his hall,
Those behind them united,
In battle-form shone
Swords and spears,
Shining, raised defiant.

The two knights grasped each other’s hands,
Bade farewell and bolted doors,
Went ahead alone,
Towards foul knight
Who sat boldly on his throne,
He rose to greet them,
Sword aloft, he stood
Evil seeping in his step,
The floor shook as he walked,
Fiendish magick in his wake.

Together then, 
they fought
His blows,
Striking true
When given chase,
‘Til sword was stricken from his hands,
Shattering on the floor.

The magic faded from him,
Leaving only an old man,
In armour so much
Larger than his chest,
That weighed him to the floor.

As the spell faded,
Just an old man,
Whimpering on the floor,
Scared, broken, and alone.

They looked upon him,
Then they sighed,
took the armour from him
As he lay upon the floor,
But they refused his pleas
To strike him.
Instead, they took his hands
And raised him up
Took him, helped him,
Walk amongst the others,
Telling none that this
Was once the villain,
Ensorcelled,
Who had imprisoned them all.

They took him to the court,
treated him with kindness,
Fed and roomed him as
They would their own,
He repented, 
though his sins were grave,
The foul magic tapped faded,
Until only a gentle soul remained. 

In time he smiled again,
Though in the end he did not stay.
He left, 
To tell the story
Of the knights, 
Who had saved him
From his awful fate.
The kindness they had showed a foe,
Nobility, love and mercy,
As the only answer to hate.

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I’ve also done recordings of several of my poems and stories, which are available on soundcloud here

 
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Henry

xx