waking at Lulworth 1

greedy for solitude I rise
as the screaming cockerel
insinuates break of day
to the weary diver long submerged
cleaving for purchase to the clanging stones
long has he raptured on the ocean bed
in sensual collapse from the fall of eve
retrieving irretrievable matter
between sea demons and sea dreams

watch as he rises towards the cliff
where as a boy he once looked down
at this same cottage in the crumbling cove
and did not know it

[first posted Jun 20, 2013]

no joyful music

if there are a thousand ways
to hold back time
one would be to journey
down some unknown railway line
and by the winking
of a cheap hotel sign
slip into the forests
of the night

let the night take you
where there is no need for time
or for anything at all
till comes a dripping dawn
devoid of chorus

no joyful music then
to mark the day –
not that it would be
wanted anyway