Monday 4 January 2016

Poem Raven


Raven



I knew a man whose face was set as rock

Those crags I climbed for tears in near darkness.

My father worked and worshipped at the clock.

His wife her inhibitions lost, her dress

Became a giveaway advertisement a crest

Attracting Gods, strangers to her life-long swim

Upstream with which to mate elude be pressed.

So bright your lives so more to make mine dim.

Presage Raven come sing to me in tones

to raise my bloods my vital signs my shroud.

Give me a mole to scurry for his bones

Exhume him blame him name Him in a crowd.

I dreamt she held me taught me how to feel

Inside me put a girder eye of steel