Ireland Holiday.
Poem by Tony Chapman - finished.
Ireland Holiday.
All good things
come
to an end.
Sheer:
vicious
barbed wire
rusty edges.
A happy time was had by all
all good things come to an end.
Bare your teeth
bite the hand
that doles out good times
then takes them back.
Put:
the sunset:
into a black, lead-lined box.
Bury it out on the mud flats.
Put:
the grey stone hills
the curlew's call
the rock wall
the torn sky
the seabird‘s cry
the warm wind
the salt sea
the soft arm
the breath of life
the embrace
the laughter
that releases
dry leaves and flying bullets
into a black box
(lead-lined for preservation)
and bury it
far out ,
on the mud flats
deep
so it won't be found
for a million years
then
wander back
to the concrete jungle:
twisting of limbs
paintscraper of skins
sandpaper of bones.
All good things
come
to an end.
(Ireland).
Verse 4 of Love Has Caught Me .... verse 5 in next Blog
then I meet your eyes, and all the skies they no longer cave-in on me
and I touch your skin, you let me in and I'm living in exstacy
LOVE HAS CAUGHT ME