#2033 - jamming -- far green in the mist of which

 

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jamming

far green in the mist of which

 

a voice in the timber tells

and welcome, fáilte    

 

mountain moment

hoofing the wish

 

timbre of the stream

in a ballad bowstroke

in the eye-to-eye reminds

 

some goblin stoking chimney  as guessed

 

at the unself end of a tune

and next, and is it?

 

quick in the paw these tricks

 

the dark and the light

grip to the echo, then none

 

deeps in the down of a long lost vowel

 

whole cities burned

 

it’s witching

to saw a world or so

in this many parts, in two

 

there’s time for a silence in the after while

 

and as I sketch it here

 

there’s not a word required 

#2032 - eking and out

 

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eking and out

sheep’s eye view

 

on mist day, cloud day, bucketing day

on thin spit, in the blinding

sheep all sing

 

its bleat against bleat

who? plural!

 

in hill fleece and sky

the run and tumble

 

a bounce along – so we

by ewe, by ram, by wether

 

and colour up out of a storm

 

knit

bleak, so you’ll say

but we stand it

 

some of us sidetracked

often outfoxed

 

and then there’s Sunday dinner

 

a crook in the fold

 

you might make a religion of this

 

it’s blade by blade, the eking

 

shear me now, else summer

we all

 

rhythm of dale, grass to sway

 

sing down to the shore

and some say ‘sea’

 

we others snore

and whether or not you’re listening

 

 sheep all sing

 

on mist day, cloud day, bucketing day

on thin spit, in the blinding 

#2031 - I work on the other side of the page

 

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I work on the other side of the page

for wise surprise

 

day comes through here there

the half words and the almost things

 

animal processional

unfretted, just where I happen  

 

the under, somber, thins through

it is as falling in with

 

octave peaks and driving snow

one tiptoes round the keys and strings

 

and where the worlds career

eye and the ear in all things

 

touch

 

knowing the way I don’t know

knowing I don’t know the way

 

having been always and never before

all along and gone

#2030 - someone sings to the nothing air

 

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someone sings to the nothing air

my secret place the sky

 

as upward of every number blue

and thought

 

empty, like my cloudless head

 

one hundred thousand years of words

 

grey sky

a conflagration

some say star

 

then here’s the lapping dish spun still

halved and quartered, gone

 

sky for a brain

revealed with ridges

and squander flesh

quiver out

 

no sky – this ceiling

but fill up the book

 

any page is

 

it’s the old familiar edge

 

weather in me, outside too

 

a chimney dark, black night

 

sky of my own skin, untaut

 

it’s just the size that cuts me down

 

occasions rising

 

old orifice of what, my dear?

 

the uncanny knack

as dim of expectation

 

you see how it’s all up with me 

#2029 - between times

 

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between times

for the dream diary

 

see through a wall

everyone does

 

and what’s on the way?

how many know though?

 

every state is partial undress

 

situation rewind, secret random

 

even a meal is after, before

 

 a flight of thought, so stray

 

into what colours?

texture of craving

 

between the hands – this tock and tock

 

huddle me, won’t you

unticket my other

 

headful of elsewhere

and where are you?

 

tell it all up

after happily ever

 

no place at all

back, forth, up, atom

 

a snap frozen sun

such as sleep

for a dare

 

seep through a mall

for the shopping experience

 

one word is all the words once

it’s only ever by way of a fear

 

come!

always and never are bound to meet

 

see through a fall

land all fours

 

then know ye must

all are fulfilled

 

wreak your own havoc here

#2028 - guess which way's up

 

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guess which way’s up

ekphrastic for David Body’s ‘Rookery’ at the Castle Gallery, Inverness

 

we think of the sky as something straight

ruins of a storm

fresh paint

 

the ploughlines and all this work –

a road you won’t read

but how else are we here?

 

this is a view from the curve of the world

here’s a flourish of field

a copse dark

 

the window chimney sideways sinks

and colour?

who’ll call it?

 

it’s some of each

as if the rain stays put

call it a farm

 

birds firm the air

each on its way

together, as in parting 

#2027 - Niseag in loch-down

 

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Niseag in loch-down

a conference with the Aberdonian gull

who delivers a single chip and much wisdom

 

ciamar a tha sibh?

 

how are you my fine feathered worm?

 

I bring tidings from the whale of Ashvale

from Haggis Samosa at the Bombay Thistle

from Sushiness at Loch’s End

 

you wouldn’t believe or maybe you would

 

there’s a new Scottish startup called

Jacobytes – a snack and software company

 

sorry, that’s probably a bit obscure

 

I know things have been quiet for a while

but everyone still says you’re a monster

 

some fucker with the latest equipment

is going to electrocute the loch

see what bobs up

it’s just a matter of time

 

they’re warming up the whole world anyway

it’s possible the seas will boil

 

the churches are full of ghosts now

do you remember those places

where they fervour up a witch burn

 

there’s industrial genocide just a sea away

 

today’s Trump and Epstein Day

 

…they… they… well it’s hard to explain

 

in a way it’s just what they’ve always done

but it’s worse

 

people, you know?

in charge of the planet

 

honestly, you don’t want to know

 

…

and she raises her just above the brim

before she dives back down