.. to take a leap of faith

Boys at play

 

beyond

imagine it. just beyond

the fledgling on a ledge

deep space beyond and more

that miasma of fear which constricts

every tissue and fibre and

unknowable thing

from taking a leap of faith

 

brother, sister, mother, father, friend

watch over me for I am one

who knows how it feels to stall mid-flight

at that precipice

and court the most unholy thoughts

to allow any manner of darkness in

but in my heart and in my soul

I know I am here because

the ones before me took that leap

they loved me

and I will honour them

You called

You called. pic for poem

 

a slim rope braided to form

a cord from which a brass whistle would

in its heyday dangle as

a symbol of authority. This whistle

 is now a tarnished and tired brass ornament

on the end of a dusty tether

but still it holds weight and mutely muscled dignity

so history can resonate with respect

and call to mind the circumstances

when it was employed to summon assistance

to the long arm of the law

laid down in colonies that formed an Empire

in another world whose echoes and traces still pulse

in air that is all but oblivious to lips, now cold,

that pressed so urgently and blew

for order and help

in a time gone deaf to Imperial Rule.

El Colido ( Special Selection )

El Colido. pic

 

Del Coronas were the original inhabitants

of this nondescript wooden box

that sits mute on the table before me

a found object and within

the paraphernalia of reward for a serving man

medals, buttons, ribbons and bars

glowing in an incongruous melange

of untidy history

the man, my father,  has long since passed away

honoured now by scraps of metal

dim memories and a surname

that carries the line

so I wonder;

will I be found in a box

that once conveyed an expensive aroma

of unlit sticks, dull stones and bones

impassive but portentous

of what once was.

a tendency to lie

a tendency to lie. pic

 

 

our thoughts float

heavy in air so easily polluted

that they go as blind quislings in search

of a harbour that they can attach to and berth

for they seek comfort too

and we, lazy souls,

are not their best keepers

as we breath lustily with a desire to satisfy

the vainglorious self

when generosity would better serve

our shared experience