lost love song

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
i hadn’t really reached you yeti wasn’t up to youeven though i’d passed myselfto burn a summit sundistant from myself you seedistant from the worldi didn’t have the faith you knowto share with you my poemto say the gentle words of loveto still the thunder of…

Plight

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
Is it vulgar, to gambol, on both sidesof a sacred marriage? Not one thing or the other.There is a smell of spring and a smell of winter,the sound of a party and a wedding altercation. I’m unsure I’m invited to either. Small inside my puff pastry…

little man (new poem)

asked to forgive what you didn’t understand
no one does no one gets it
the black land of grief . . .

dream healing

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
Photo by hiwa talaei on Pexels.com is there no escapesucked into reason’s vortexwhirled by a prose worldi spit shadow stone tabletsuntil sense breathes tear-gasped formlessgrace-fallen processword-ditch ignorant gone walking cloud moulded rain dried peasantramble-wide parishboundleaflit gold as klimtrich as a breeze on the meaning of seasonspass…

VII (’19)

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
it’s obvious that i must turn to love which brings a question — where to go which brings a question in itself solution sighted – on we go! ——— there must be an angel sitting nearunseen holding dear all that we are letting go careless carriers…

false (haiku)

it all seems so false
as if to insist it’s real
narrative refreshed

A. H (20th March 2021)

saturation

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
sodden on word-seas leaf storm tossed in forest deep dream diluted dream rest here breathe beneath one tree drown leaf-maiden in your deeps (c) A. H / K. H-H (28 May 2018) (edited line 3 and title (from dissolve to saturation).

damsel (new poem)

a double tap triple tragedy on repeat
dance peasant dance to the bullets at your feet
el diablo plays the world of men
laughing from the clouds the day you face him
dreams ridden true for your contempt
he’s mixed-up sex, power, gender, sin
now fetch his feast, my pleasant wench

A. H (1st February 2021)

fragile (haiku)

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
Photo by Alexander Kim on Pexels.com today’s clarity that life raft swum for, clung to, barely seaworthy (c) A. H / K. H-H (22 May 2018)

Ozu (Haiku)

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
Mainly I avoid ekphrastic poetry (poetry in response to art) and here both my first two poems posted after my revamp are, but simply to follow that film theme (I think these my only two film influenced poems so far, though I’ve been tempted several other…

unavailable (poem)

the book of me is found
inside a bookless room
within a bookless house
reading breath by breath
what can and can’t be said
pupil to the iris silence
enscribing every moment
recorder of presence
that special collection
hardly ever read
upon which all rests
but never can be leant

A. H (late August 2020 & 25th February 2021)

a deep warm burnt orange (poem)

the smell of baking bread in a loved one’s farmhouse kitchen
welcome – rich – holding promise
perhaps a rusk as when we’re small
it sounds a silent gong like the sun at dawn
watches patient – speaks in light
it will always be
waiting to be found

A. H (20th February 2021)

another plant (poem) in the herbaceous border – Ostraka

condemned as joyless ignorant of love
knife twisted in a false heart of matters
a civil execution deletes wisdom’s hope
— heaven — when just as you depart
their hellish ends start to be uncovered

A. Hurford (12th July 2018)

a lockdown brexit yule

book read and exercised
all the means at my disposal
cannot out-turn the turning year
the coming to a close
in darkness
hoping

A. H (14th December 2020)

still, life

leaden december leaf loss lit
a heavy sunday afternoon
stuck in a hope of it

dawn risen to a coloured week
truth unwanted
but for the smile of it

A.H (14th December 2020)

Lost Highway

still don’t know the depth of it
their narrative shift
identity switch
all’s buttoned down
who knows the half of it
would have to be their half-wit

A.H (14th December 2020)

despite the season’s darkness

today the sea is blue
the sky’s gates lie open onto heaven
Angels are amongst us
riding horses in the waves
dancing with every grain of sand

A. H (15th December 2020)

to boot

he brogued my ballet slipper reverie
how my tongue lolled
hot hot hot
that mocassin fall summer . . .

history repeating

in childhood i was often quiet
they told me i was patient – good
as gold, teacher’s pet, the prof, swat
honestly i didn’t know my standards
like Ginger Rogers equipped for going back
i had to take the lead, Miss without her heels
but is it even this, . . .

comparative history

my patient temple crashed to the ground
around the time we swam at Areopolis
and further south then flew back
bloodhound sick to Athens . . .

orienteer

come, pass with me
toward true direction
pick up my pace
understand my measure

A.H (6th October 2020)