Homage to Eurovision

Don't count on me

Don't count on me

I can't follow your signals they're too confused

Don't count on me

Don't count on me

Why do you have to keep breaking all the rules

Don't count on me

I won't compete in your love games

My boundaries are set to change

There's no denying the spark of love

I'll be your owl and you'll be my dove

Don't count on me

Don't count on me

I can't follow your signals they're too confused

Don't count on me

Don't count on me

Why do you have to keep breaking all the rules

Don't count on me

I've set my compass for the shore

I won't drown just to to be yours

There's no denying the spark of love

I'll be your owl and you'll be my dove

Really?

Oh, give me a break!

Woooaaah!

Don't count on me

Don't count on me

I can't follow your signals they're too confused

Don't count on me

Don't count on me

Why do you have to keep breaking all the rules

Don't count on me

  

A Trick of the Light

I know it's just

A trick of the light

Falling through the window

Across the empty room

To where you sit

On a plastic chair

Playing that tune

But the dust is dancing

To the sound

Tombé

To the floorboards below

And I know

It's a trick of the light

A quirk of the late hour

And the notes

Falling

Where you sit

Playing that tune

Where it Lies

Pan played a cold tune

When he played for you

In moonlight bathed

And shadows swathed

Your heart is stolen from your sky

Left to languish where it lies

Pan played a cold tune

When he played for you

A game of moves

And quiet clues

To what could be inside your mind

Beyond the reach of measured lines

A sea defence wall

Broken by winter squalls

A morning of fractured light

Dispells your uncertain night

A coat-hanger caught in the door

A pile of clothes on the floor

Startles the same old sames

Into a different frame

In moonlight bathed

And shadows swathed

Your heart is stolen from your sky

Left to languish where it lies

Pan played a cold tune

When he played for you

Pan played a cold tune

When he played for you

Seven more miles to go

Time for a new collection of poems and songs and bits and bobs that I'll be collecting along the way. It seemed to start this year with Snake River (see previous blog, a poem about our local river which isn't called snake river but the timing of writing it coincided with the Chinese New Year [year of the snake] and I can't think of a better title right now than a line from it, Seven More Miles To Go. The photo is from one of mine from the garden. I'm guessing that, as always, journeys will be a theme.

Snake River

Mist rising from the river

Seven more miles to go

Green light city

Caught up in the flow

As dreams fly, cormorant shape on the clean sky

Who knew this heart would carry me so far from home

I can't sit and wait for you to notice

How far we've travelled from

All those things we took for granted

All those promises undone

A cold night fading into yet another day

I can't wait for you to notice

We're travelling the wrong way

Mist rising from the river

Seven more miles to go

Green light city

Caught up in the flow

As dreams fly, cormorant shape on the clean sky

Who knew this heart would carry me so far from home