By Orchidpoetry
Poems before D Locked.
Twenty four- A Birthday For My Mother
The point of no beginning
Has happened with the day
The threshold where it slides into
Itself
And all the people with their engines are go.
A Person is a process
The longer I look at you the more
You change
Here in our spring shadows
We thank the storm for subsiding.
A Birthday for my mother
The day she gave birth.
And we have both decided to shine
With warm glows
On a reflective world
Full of hope
Afternoon before night-birds bringing the moon
Trace your eye
With the movement
Of a flock of winged things.
Ley led me to,
A full moon
Sheltering beyond
The haze of day
Blending with a
Tactile blue
Waiting to transpose
With a flight
Of dense night.
The Muted Sun
Has brought it into focus,
A day of passes
Thank you I am alive.
The task is
A state of being
Unlike that of dying
It’s not so different-the divide,
When you’re out here.
The heaviest of waters
Can be moved by the gentlest of breeze
Children play the world with an open heart.
And the fallen
Tree’s rub the base
Of ones in work.
And right before the day is
Made to fade
We know in our bones
Another is underway.
Poems after D lock
23/03/20
We have just found out about the ‘lockdown’ of the UK which basically means we can’t leave the house except to buy food, go to work and do a bit of exercise.
When we all found out in our house, Alicia, Kizzie, Bryher Wallsey and I buzzed around the kitchen and house like an ants nest that had been disturbed by a child’s stone throw. We were the collective hive finding a means back to itself through the panic.
Lock Down
Aren’t we just..
Those ant hills
Perfect
Reacting near
A mere stones throw away.
Sought the child to the broken
Hive.
As it tried to recollective-ise
Under a banner
That said
Distance
We thought the world
And how we thought of
Ourselves as
The main characters
In a series of smoke rings we called
This age
Because we pierce the barrier of sound
A billion connected things had been
Building,
Subtler instruments
We called mating
But were in fact closer
To our noise than
Breathing.
Interlude
What am I dreaming?
It came so suddenly last night.
Visuals that feel like insight.
Good god, what have I been believing?
