If There Had Been Any Blue


On the other side
of the mountain,
birds fell from the sky
like stones,
people walked alone
in strange zig-zag patterns
pale and distraught,
and of course
everything was black and white
like an old movie,
except this would
have no happy ending.

Then like a bolt from the blue
– if there had been any blue –
it dawned on me,
this was for real.

This was my home town.


I found a little shop
that sold cups without saucers
run by a man
that I thought was my father,
he said that he’d known me
before the disaster,
but now we were all on our own.

He gave me a cup by way of
a keepsake,
he said I was suffering from
some kind of heartache,
the cup had a crack
and couldn’t hold anything
now we were all on our own.


When the colours came back
they came back without blue,
back to a world that was
riven right through
just for an instant,
then all turned to black
but the cup with a crack
which was blue.

Blue is the colour
that I still remember,
as catching my eye
above all the others
when I was a child
beholding the heavens
blue beyond blue
– if there had been any blue –
blue beyond blue
beyond blue.

image: Dreamstime.com
image: Dreamstime.com
[first posted 12/1/2014]

The Narrowing Path

The narrowing path will guide you
towards the close of day,
and there are no forks or deviations
upon that narrowing way,
just a well-worn path trod by many
down towards the shore
and those who turn to look behind
will find the way obscured.

We’ll walk between high hedgerows
until we find the shore,
and then we must let go, old friend,
dissolve and be no more.
The sea and then no more.
One breath and then no more.

(first posted 29 Jan. 2014)