#172 - two poems - can't give you anything but and passing the shortest day

22.6.20

172

two poems 

can’t give you anything but

come cloud

take this summons, flit

it’s funny how love hangs around you

even after all the years

and things you’ve done

like winter breath

a mist come with

tells you’re here

even when long gone

thought the well was dry

though undeserving

love remembers you

tells in portents, palms

and which of us is worthy?

this glint between and off we go

a thing you sleep towards

past death still love

makes its mystery alive

and what I’d do to make you mine

direct the heart

(sweet beating thing)

to land or other object

sing

take tree

and love till top

or where roots reach till least

now touch

of course it is imagining

and yes there are days it thins

it’s like a list to be corrected

you try to cross love out

that only leaves you under erasure

the animals just as remembered

and what was whispered then

quilt cling of winter

summer skin to skin

just for instance porridge bears

it’s hello sunshine

for a wrestle

and tickle you under there

have you been dizzy with it again?

seen stars?

hearts arrow prey

and then kebab

love creeps like a stain in the soul

that’s something else isn’t either

but comes all sorts

yes, summoned to it

I would say  

made like a mist to be  

we have to have been sung here

no one dreams this far

a flimsy bliss

but blessed

passing the shortest day

and bring the things to burn

(empty autumn’s bin scraps)

make hearth breath vastness

first of bright

we set fire to all other seasons

wool up

pull over ears

few fly

but

skate the frozen heights

cold comes through everything now

and settles on us

leafless

stay dreamt

become the blanket

be the dance

stay in

take lowest notes to heart

stare out the fire

it’s full of flowers

and someone lit to tap the window

a little bird called Spring