Walls-Muriau

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Walls

Muriau

 

Walls are like scars                                                                                               Some are easily seen

Some walls that are                                                                                              Invisible to you and me

Scars like walls almost                                                                                         Invisible even to the keen eyed

Some scars are like walls                                                                                     So easily seen

Then there are those walls                                                                                 Others like to build

To prevent themselves                                                                                        From seeing scars

From feeling

 

So we build high walls                                                                                        To protect ourselves

But protect us                                                                                                        From what exactly

Ourselves?                                                                                                              Everyone?

 

Them?

Us?

We?

 

Walls are like scars                                                                                               Some don’t  want to see

Walls that block                                                                                                     Out all feeling

Walls that stop                                                                                                      Us becoming involved

Walls that need                                                                                                     To come down

So that scars can heal                                                                                          And stop more harm

To ourselves.                                                                                                         To everyone.

Them

Us

We.

 

Some scars never heal                                                                                         While there are walls

That stops us                                                                                                         From healing.

 

Stop us from hearing                                                                             Ourselves!

Stop us from seeing                                                                               Ourselves!

 

Walls keep

Us

Apart

 

 

Lament for the girl of the morning sea

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Lament for the Girl of the Morning Sea.

 

A premonition of merciful peace has emerged

In the morning of this day.

 

And as if in agreement

Your hand opens to the waves.

In a movement of gratitude,

A moment of quiet acceptance.

I have heard you sing

To the waves crests,

Rise, rise from your depths

Rid me of all pain

I am alone wash over me.

 

In this bright early hour

You are at once transformed.

Peace adorns you,

Rests on your face.

I have seen you whisper

To the open sky

Touch me, cleanse me

Rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.

 

Your hair hangs tangled

Stiffly on your eyes,

Green-water droplets

Trickle to your lips.

Your fingers grasp

The waters edge.

The shoreline pierces you,

Welcomes you, calls to you.

I am alone wash over me.

 

And you lying unseen

A curved silken spine

Broken by spite

The savagery of indifference

And the brutality

Of unmourned death

Move without moving.

Knowing nothing, knowing nothing

In your quiet sadness.

I am alone wash over me.

 

I have heard you sing

To the waves crests’

Rise from your depths

Rise from your submerged stillness.

I have heard you sing

To the open sky,

Touch me, cleanse me,

Rid me of all pain,

Rid mew of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.

 

Your mother cries for you in her silence

And mourns for another in her isolation.

I am alone wash over me.

 

Published in “Uncertain Times” Octavo Press 2016.14359016_1268703409830325_6191519944459544144_n

Book Launch Octavo’s Cardiff.

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The book launch at Octavo’s was a great night. I want to thank Mike Jenkins of the Red Poets, Suzanne Iuppa poet and Rhys poet for their readings and support. Also Cara Cullen my daughter poet and songstress and Fiona Cullen my wife and magnificent singer for their musical contribution and support.

Suzanne Iuppa’s reading of my poem “Lament for the girl of the morning Sea” will stay with me for a long time.

Last but not least a big thank you to the listeners!

It was a grand party!

 

Life

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The cock on the church spire
Fixed its face to the west
And on a cloudless day
We walked to your funeral
Along the path in the park
By the shade of the river
It was my task to make you smile
Or even laugh and lay to one side
The greyness of your widowhood
We were here to remember you
I remember your stoical grace
Your delicate grey eyed smile
And know how I will miss you.
In memory of Sheila Little died 28th August 2016 aged 80 years.