Category Archives: villanelle

Where rose run mad and holly are as one

The inner coil and tangle  of the wild, Where rose run mad and holly are as one Ensure that nature’s heart is undefiled To these depths, the winter bird’s beguiled Until  the red dawn’s fetched by lowly sun Through the … Continue reading

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The fishing boats at dawn

The fishing boats like seeds on morning sea Floated at a distance  from the shore The sun’s rise right behind them, poetry Standing at the window where we see Ancient practice carried out once more From fishing boats like seeds on … Continue reading

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Alabaster  mixed with shreds of bone

Which is of  greater value to the lone, They  suffer despite access to the web A jewelled ring or a sea-polished stone? Days of love when by the sea we roamed May mean as much as love shared in a bed Which … Continue reading

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In Western nations civilised, insane

From the vulnerable God. this Jesus came To know and love his creatures here on earth He has no power; he shares our human pain The tortured, weak and lost are his, he claims. For he has suffered, died  without much … Continue reading

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Touch

Your hand is the one for which I ache The fingers pointed thus the narrow nails Your hand was the one I used to take Two in one and one in two me make Without such love can any heart … Continue reading

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Every night you’re trying to come home

I wake up warm from dreams ,yet all alone Every night you’re trying to come home The shattering loss made splinters  of my bones Bandaged like a mummy, am I born? In the dream you hold my hand and run … Continue reading

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The patterns of the speech are free for all

The absolute distinction of our tongues As if a boundary is a metal wall That idealised separation must be wrong As we near the edges of our land The patterns of the speech are free for all No absolute distinction … Continue reading

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I am by shapes and colours now bewitched?

I thought my wardrobe adequate or rich A coat or two, some boots and woollen skirts But now the shapes have changed, the colours mixed Am I by shapes and colours quite bewitched? Will my being out of fashion hurt? I … Continue reading

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The trinity of love is God  and also man

I heard your radio  playing Chopin then I ‘d put it by your chair, the memory’s clear I know  I will play Mozart, lovely one I ache to feel your presence since you’ve gone The string quintets float to my … Continue reading

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