MISCELLANIES

CRUCIFIX

See the hill at evening - see the sky.
Feel the stars slip silently over
your lips in the night.
See the hill at evening - feel the wood.
Nails in a plank of twilight,
taste the blood.

See the city of shivering
light; children softly
dispensing hearts, while we
shift unseeing by. Be ready
for death in the morning, be
ready for the child will be
our executioner.

See the hill at eveing, see the sky;
feel the earth's pain spinning
towards a glimmer at dawn.
Feel our bodies lying here
like seeds upon the floor; but
what life will our love be making,
will the cross be on the wind ?

See the hill at evening -see the sky;
feel the stars slip silently over
the earth's pain in your eyes;
see the hill at evening,
red the wood. Nails
in a cross of twilight
taste our blood.


WAYLAND

In his circle of trees on the Ridgeway
he shod his white horse and went away

Fire in his breath, hammer in hand:
dark master of iron from the womb of the land.

his laugh is windswept, vague is his hue;
but the earth rejoices at his craft ever new.

Now as the corn grows or cracks in the sun
or the gold in the leaves tells of autumn begun:

as the green springs in the lengthened daylight
or white lady moon lights the winter snows bright

Old Wayland goes riding or making alone
on his white horse of power by his blood and his bone.

Now as the land's crushed beneath concrete and cars
or forests are felled for the supermarket wars

or as the springs bleed and drain without tears
or new homes are needed and the river disappears

Is Wayland on his horse, guarding his fire
or running on empty, burnt out of desire ?



THE BALLAD OF STARION FAIRCHILD

She was born on a planet a long way from here
where the nightime was as long as a year

She was tiny and golden beautiful and wild
her name it waas simply Starion Fairchild

She was carried away one day by a dream
and when she looked back her world was a-gleam

She landed in a place of deep green and dew
it was a world which had been made new

She dreamed again her dream took her far
by galaxies cloud gases by nova and star

To a world that was dying which needed her bliss
she shared it and passed by, leaving with a kiss

By the Great Spiral Nebula by hunter and belt
she moved in her wonder whither as she felt

To Omega and Alpha Centauri she came
and any who saw her were warmed by her flame

By Pluto, Uranus by the Mounts of the Moon
you know she is coming she might be here soon

( chorus: Starion, Starion, Starion Fairchild - beautiful woman, innocent child )






MIDWINTER POEM

No sleep
5 am

A battalion of angels
In the corner of my eye
Not for me, surely?!
Crying, somewhere in the house

6 am
Searching, screeching outside
Cats? Or a murdered woman?

My scorched hand
A wormhole in time to you,
Bound, and through you

As ever
To Eternity and Heaven
As in darkness

I wrestle with no-thing
And shadows
Daring not to disturb

The universe
By calling upon angels