10/03/2015

Ocean View

I was thunderstruck from the start
You were a hammer blow to my heart
You went and caught me off my guard

In a storm of emotion
You came rolling in
And I can't remember
Why or even when
But it was always
Wild like the wind
With you
It was always
Wild like the winter wind

The road is twisting round an ocean view
We've got the moonlight bathing us in blue
I see no future for us but I wanted too
I wanted wild like the wind with you

I was thunderstruck from the start
You were a hammer blow to my heart
You went and caught me off my guard

In a storm of emotion
You came rolling in
And I can't remember
Why or even when
But it was always
Wild like the wind
With you
It was always
Wild like the winter wind

The wheels are skidding cross an icy road
The metal grinding as sparks brightly glow
A river of our blood is drowning me
And my love is falling to a violent sea
My last words ever are a silent scream
I wanted wild like the wind with you

I was thunderstruck from the start
You were a hammer blow to my heart
You went and caught me off my guard

In a storm of emotion
You came rolling in
And I can't remember
Why or even when
But it was always
Wild like the wind
With you
It was always
Wild like the winter wind



03/03/2015

rain tomorrow

Now seems like a good time to start a new set of poems/songs under the title 'rain tomorrow' taken from one of my poems, Reculver Beach. I took the cover picture at Minster Leas last year.

Reculver Beach

The rough leather of a dog fish skin
Spiry and age-spotted into dry seaweed
Scratching on the soles of our shoes
And a perfect crab shell, legs and all
Hollowed out by the tide
Soft parts long since departed
Now weeping scales of salt onto our palms
Bleached shells and smooth pebbles
Picked from a beach pocked with horned poppy
As we walk beyond the reach of the sea

And all along the Viking Way they cycle
Flat out, fast and free
Billowing their hair with a windy brine
From Wigmore and wherever
In serious pursuit of leisure

Here now, the old flint walls
Flinching under a blue sky
As starlings form a chorus line
High up on the rafters of the old towers
To entertain us with a song and dance
From some bawdy, birdy music hall
Reviewing the late summer sky
This weather cannot last
Rain tomorrow
And they will give one last bow
Then exit left for winter

And all along the Viking Way we walk
Dawdling at the view
Of giant windmills out to sea
And trains and tractors
Pulling the flat land taught
Below a winnowed sky

We reach the car park
Just time for a drink and a snack
This weather cannot last
They say it'll rain tomorrow
And we comment, again, on the cormorants
Fishing from the posts in pairs
And if they were young egrets we saw in that tree
And we give one last bow to the beach
While checking our shoes
Then exit left for the motorway