xxii (2020)

willow weep and briar
rose beside her thorn
sky weeps our dream
we drink until we flood

A. H / K. H-H (8th June 2020)

xxi (2020)

it is June
the sun mounts toward its height
the holly listens to the lesson

A. H / K. H-H (8th June 2020)

ordinary level

confident I wrote a note of everything
such a mistake when I came to revise
I could not face this further lens
massive limited imagination
between wells of infinity

A. H / K. H-H (8th June 2020)

our weather changes

our weather changes
blown cloud-grey drizzle-rain fresh
we are grass drunk and green

A. H / K. H-H (8th June 2020)

‘I wonder what they’re doing’

so she spies
friend with friend
sitting perfectly
when a wall opens
on the men
saints bring flowers
from paradise
for her to keep
as long as life

A. H . K. H-H (8th June 2020)

In the last year I’ve been reading several translations of some of Rumi’s poems. This last weekend . . .

update

thoughts on blogging and my last week of no posts after more than a month of a post per day.

xx (2020)

wordsmith
your efforts wash away
in drains
with all the others’

A. H / K. H-H (1st June 2020)

xix (2020)

broken branches
leaf and twig
testimony
the trees disagreed
with the wind
in May

A.H / K.H-H (25th May 2020)

xviii (2020)

a foot tap paralysis
inner ringer singing
ring a ring a rosies
driven like children
action begins
began, begun, stung
impossible, frozen
a demon theme builds
unknown not quite
tardive dyskinetic
unsung bottled up
by wizard listeners
who shake
sparkling drinkers
to build pressure
the foot tap increases
until, until you just listen
to tickling breezes
paralysis released
you hiss to a whistle
aswim in the wind
unspilling physics
into songs like this

A.H / K.H-H (25&26th May 2020)

xvii (2020)

driven foot tap in paralysis
you burst to talk yet can’t
all the helpers come in
on the wrong page
some determined
to shut you up

A. H / K. H-H (26th May 2020)

xvi (2020)

i heard my name
uttered on the light
heart sure
my letter arrived

A. H / K. H-H (25th May 2020)

xv (2020)

never to walk in apple orchards
as May blossoms bless the wedded year
is not now unusual for humans
separated from earth’s delight

A. H / K. H-H (18th May 2020)

xiv (2020)

prose may tie you down
build a labyrinth of sense –
sit still silently

A. H / K. H-H (18th May 2020)

xiii (2020)

full moon, tide tired, turns dark
its Sisyphean thirst dry in night
tongue black hidden sky haunt
your jealous seas will wake again
pull ocean roar to slake tranquility

A. H/ K. H-H (18th May 2020)

xii (2020)

xii (2020)

caught on your key of being

door open beauty beckons

snagged by cardi, some strap

or a leash, tethering

behind you twisted never free

frantic focus for your tone

tea spilt, tables out of reach


until you stop to breathe

step back a pace, this room

just like the others, when

you forget to need solutions

when like Hannay in his traps
you’re flexible, gracious, playful

adapt to distil heaven in this moment


then step free with it forwards

where everything is going on

A. H/ K. H-H (18th May 2020)

a green thought

seething in foliage
half visible underneath
leaf broken branches breaking leaf
cage support for swaying dances
sheaf of skirts all a’twirl
shivering in air’s heaving
rare the truly broken limb
so pass seasonal advances
the dispensation of the sun

A. H / K. H-H (15th May 2020)

xi (2020)

some tide has moved the season of a heart
grafted growth saps rose to roots
cut back unseasoned years all winter harsh
dead wood now sparks green
but must proceed with caution
to bud the rose anew again
suddenly all of a floribunda
pink and white, both
dreamtide high in blossom fullness

A. H/ K.H-H (12th, 15th & 16th May 2020)

girlhood, coming out

it is not easy

to contain yourself

as you begin to lift

your own lockdown



A. H/ K. H-H (11th May 2020)

x (2020)

on one unsayable subject

he didn’t know his poison


cess sump pool pit

a dump for all frustration

quite safe he thought

as it can never be neared

until he met a shadow queen

and his unspeakable was spoken



A. H / K. H-H (11th May 2020)

ix (2020)

it is possible to fall

in confusion and attack

from kindness’ happy heights

to a world then granite faced
to rediscover why you are

kind and so to start to build

upon your hill again




A. H/ K. H-H (11th May 2020)