Debussy and the Maple Tree
a ghazal
Your dark eyes and bright soul hold tender resolution.
The trees outside my window, powerful and delicate.
Notes trip and tumble a sweet green dance,
Intricate, insistent stamp - gold shimmers sensuous leaves.
Soon this tree will flame with your passion
But today it reflects a greyer sky.
From depths a magpie bursts. A pigeon swoops.
They pass like cars at a junction - indifferent.
Should life narrow to the maple tree and Claude,
I still will have it all.
BIG ROUND EYE
EXAMINING
ENLARGING
FOCUSING ON DETAIL
SEEKING THE TRUTH
EXPOSING THE TRUTH
FOCUSING ON DETAIL
DISTORTING
DEMONISING
SEEING THE TRUTH
MISSING THE TRUTH
A MAGNIFYING GLASS
A CHILD
A Disappointed Man
Dusty words
Hum the air,
A hive disturbed.
In the manner of the grave
He is far away from me
In the dark reaches of the sea
They are all awake
Vibrating water,
The last efforts of a spent storm.
Shrivelled to blood red pea,
The moon floats away without a flicker,
An aberrant light,
A lustrous vault over
A still and silent sea.
Words
Hum the air,
A hive disturbed.
While he,
More than a little dead,
Spits in the face of God,
Then makes a race of it.