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)

viii 2020

if the moon were blue

what shade would it be

and were the sky pink

what would we think

but if each moment’s riches

made up our knee deep bog

somewhere deep inside

we must know who we’d be




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

vii (2020)

there is a quality of kindness
that sometimes i detect
it’s knowingness of unkindness
locked away and chained

there is a quality of unkindness
that it has never known
the possibility that kindness
may melt a brittle smile

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

readings

we take our readings of the world
to navigate
but the sea-lanes are defined
the oceans known

we take our readings of the world
to know what we’re allowed
the fields, the lakes, the countryside
are largely enclosed

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

recommitment to the heavens

dosed afternoon snooze
can’t rise to close the window
a chill on my back –
sky revealed friend-new again
blue on blue deep companion

A. H / K. H-H (5th May 2020)

lockdown i

recently the sky seems bluer
have we been stretching it too far
when its like this I look at it
and it seems more present to me
looking back with more depth
I recognise a friend I’d lost, or is it
only that the seasons are changing
or is the silence with birds
only more redolent for gazing

A. H / K. H-H (4th May 2020)

kindling

is all reading love
all writing too – search for it
– my heart catches fire

A. H / K. H-H (7th May 2020)

make up – poem

for several weeks I’ve worn no make up
yet I know, however I feel, that when I do
I’ll slip softly into feeling nicer

K. H-H / A.H (4th May 2020)

Peace Lily – haiku

Peace Lily’s flowers
outreach leaves to radiate —
atmosphere of joy

A. H / K. H-H (4th May 2020)

blog schedule experiment . . .

This goes on developing . . . maybe more traffic at 4.20pm BST at the weekend, but no difference in the week I think, so after today I’ll try a week at 10.20am BST . . . I think I like earlier as I get to come and go and it feels like more time…

Poetry – a haiku

your honey bee path
hive entranced waggle-dance
bee friends may follow

A. H / K. H-H (27th April 2020)

v (2020)

why speak of emptiness
be it, let it sweep me clean
so that I flood with it
out into being real

A. H / K. H-H (27th April 2020)

Acer – a haiku

the red emperor’s time
came and went – he mourned himself
a blood red carpet

A. H/ K. H-H (30th April 2020)

iv (2020)

this, prayer iv and the next two or three poems were all written together in an online workshop at a time I felt flat, especially for writing, and so, of course, wrote about that . . .

Prayer iv

emptiness envelop me
vaporise my scenery
blow windy through all
that I believe
not just a frosty blue
mountain mist unlifting
but also the honey warmth
cup of the sun in cloud break
– the gift of flight

A. H / K. H-H (27th April 2020)

site updates

updates to my web pages about my poetry forthcoming collection A Staff of Asklepios and my page introducing myself

blog birthday

a short review of two years of blogging and a new poem

read on here –

blog review/plan

as i explained last week i’m reviewing my blogging in a bid to allow more to see my work as for some reason, no matter the quality of the post, views tail off between 10 and 20 for each post this week i’ve been blogging regularly in the morning, but I’ll switch for a while…

Poems published by Poetry Express from Survivors’ Poetry

I’ve had two poems published by Survivors’ Poetry in Poetry express #60 here in the UK. They are the poem below, lightning strike sanities from the stratosphere, first published here in mid January and also Medicine’s Mask previously unpublished. My thanks to Dave Russell and Survivors’ Poetry for this acceptance and encouragement.

read on here . . .

sung to silence

shall we wonder at the message of the birds
or relax, not try to read them as words
accept their mute simpatico
magpie sorrow, joy to numbers beyond
wood pigeon love in golden wall light
string of companions on a walk bereft
robin oh robin, robin old chap
blackbird low across my path, hedge chorister,
a puzzle clicks, it is not me doing it

A. H / K. H-H (20th April 2020)

half of an amateur meditation tanka

sometimes notice it —
this, that, the other that’s there
and with that enter —
this pen, that book, the light’s gesture . . .

A. H / K. H-H (20th April 2020)