In Every Sense

Philip’s reel to reel

King Cole and Reeves bound us

Yesterday’s high tech magnetic tape

Rotating digits counted

 Noted in red-spined book

Labour’s hands finely copperplating

Words for future soirees

My ear to the speaker repeated and sang

Irish melodies and ballads

Baritone and childish soprano

Harmonising life then in music

In country walks

Woodsmoked potatoes

Memorised now in every bonfire

Leaves in a pierced drum

In freshest air and briskest walk

My too small hand in yours

Protected, directed

Loved

Simple

Loving memories

Gruff twinkled hazel eyes squinting against

Clayed tobacco. Condor moments.

Remembered in my senses

And soul

 

One Cup

One cup poured

For many sittings,

A pondered cup,

A calming cup,

Awake.

One cup poured

Without misgivings,

A challenged cup,

A fragile cup,

Mistakes.

One cup poured

For just one sitting,

A filling cup,

An empty cup,

It breaks.

One cup, one mug,

One vessel, 

Poured just once,

One serving all we have,

Partake.

Bespoken

The story ended

Right

Where apt beginning should have been,

They pretended

Not

To have dreamt or been or seen all they had seen.

Souls suspended

Just

As nightmare turned into the dream,

Lives upended

Breaks

The charm when nothing’s as it seems.

Grief, distended,

Cries

The tears that fill the seas and streams,

Hope intended

In

Heaven’s harmony that hoves between.

Lives pretended,

Wasted

Esssence of the might have been,

All life offended,

Sorry  

Fuelled in furnace of obscene.

Love has mended

Futility,

Despair that robs serene,

Hands extended,

Giving

Self, bespoken, intervenes.