songs of the heart

suns pity shines

on the damaged boat,

listless resting on rocky beach

cracked paint and clouded windows,

once and a while ago

it moved on inlet

under sail and motor

bright painted with bright young things

sipping drinks,

swim shorts and bikinis

cast off bottles

peeled labels no messages

sink if not carried by current

settling with pale crabs

moving over bottom

withe sideward indifference

creations blood flowed,

and they aged,

a parked sedan

jacketed against the cold

a mans hand touched bow

feeling that old electricity,

seeing the vibrancy

that once had been

a life of splendor

poetry , poem

Wanderings with Chris………….Wilson Trophy 2013

Another adventure

Spikey Mouse Photography

Having been really busy all week Chris and I escaped the family and wandered down to a local park in West Kirby, Ashton Park,  http://www.ashtonpark.btck.co.uk/History/AfullerHistoryofAshtonPark    as i wanted to try out  my new camera.

I have exchanged my Nikon D3100 for a Nikon D7000 and i am really excited about using it, there are lots of new buttons to learn 🙂 and remember. This camera does trip me up though as i keep forgeting to put back the memory card as it doesnt tell you that there is no card in the slot 😦 and i took some lovely photos the other night of the sunset without a memory card, luckily the following evening was a similar sunset, this time with a memory card!

racing the sunset 70dpi

Anyway getting back to our wanderings, we wandered down to the park on a lovely sunny day. I took some photos of…

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fever on the funship

grampus in my thoughts

vessel resonant to pharaoh’s dance

from a bitches brew,

no mirror

no media

in any sarcasm would find me

i would smoke

i would dance,

old hulk decks creaking

as my silk collar shines,

from cabin to hold

the merriment stretches,

i would distance myself

and not be portrayed

anonymous to all but the

lips and tongue i entwine,

whiskey manufactured in the south

smoky sweet tingle,

it was migration

or mitigation

of many ravenous appetites

bologna sausage and sweet mutton,

so vibrantly lost

room extended that i was hidden

faceless in the extreme,

music of davis found me

wanting more,

gilt frame my hair once neatly combed,

come grampus

tilt on rolling waves,

find me a place

of nonchalant obscurity,

saxophone and drum

the ariel had been lost

it was memory that

dragged me down

into the depths

that would fill my lungs

with salt water,

careful heart placement

extracted blood from veins

i was infused with a rhythm

that could only lead to one conclusion

i was intimate in my body

with all of one species,

more smoke

more mirrors,

hearing snare and guitar

long days vanished

a place found

yet i could not reveal

who i totally

am

 

René Magritte not-to-be-reproduced-1937

magpie tales statue stamp 185

 

Primary Incendiary

chhi wu wen traveled explosions west

mongol hordes conquer and swarm,

genoese sailed and visiting  maffeo saw

took it to his home,

seeds of destruction, causation of war,

power  and inconsideration,

the ability to detonate,

arbitration’s and negotiations

no longer needed,

seen to be words drawn out

paper and conversation,

song dynasty powder

textured and coarse,

limber minds sought and put it

to many a purpose,

cycles of war and invasion born,

and as our history we look back

at what was hope that brought

danger,

and it lessens our comfort here

3wordwednesday

 

 

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Photograph by Chris Lawrence

Photograph by Chris Lawrence

her bow knew the sea,

foam beckoned on harbor wall 

sea curls stretched to horizon,

yet land restrained

docked for repair,

a boatsman’s pleasure

scraping hull

refreshing blue

his toughened hands

worked and manipulated,

she responded by gaining dignity,

freedom of wave

that sensation of roll awaits,

a new season of trawling

and lobster pots 

and her yearning ends

Venus and the Sailor

 

 

woman is no illusion

upon far ocean,

she is seen and waits,

rough cobbled harbor wall,

to this they come,

wife, prostitute, lover, mother, daughter

they seek the man or men,

who cast off

to become part of vessels,

over wave and flounder home,

gone so long with tentative hearts,

that could constrict,

would embraces and kisses come

or would hands be left unheld

embraces undone,

awkward silence on the wall

an unsure reunion ,

played out in a longing fantasy

the woman with dark hair

in sweet obsidian shine

held a fixative gaze,

she wished to cast off dress to underskirt

take hold of her man,

dance quick steps folding within each other,

taste open salt upon his brow,

relish in callused touch,

his voice a shanty that lilts her heart,

barefoot ascension to that place

beyond passions linger,

cold shuddered she waited,

he waved

the fantasy felt assured.

 

http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/

Hair Yellower By Torchlight

.86 acre of land

a vine crawled house,

boathouse at the extreme

in this place

tongued by wavelets,

scented moss,

naked

upon moth devoured

blankets,

i saw her hair

was yellower by torchlight