“Before”

soon, we’ll walk again
along canals and streets
looking for herons
marking swords
amongst the reeds,
i’ll wait for that.

“Overlook”

i’d found stone rock bench platform plateaus
where you used to drink your coffee    cigarettes
and laugh at passers-by, sitting on yourself
occasionally eyeing an old-styled frieze
of judgemental swords and curling lips,
half-wondering what shiny sparking floors
hid inside grey white smog smoked walls.

you’d complain about the square
forever being full of something,
usually people, sometimes markets
utterly refusing to let the space be
and your smoking spot’d be stolen
by wooden huts hawking mushy peas
or mulled cider or chocolate tools

she’d sipped at broken wine,
minding her skin on the glass,
she’d told me it made more sense
when you were bruised, when
beautiful tiredness burst
behind your eyelids and cracked
your wrists with all the fury
of what you’d wished you could say.

on days like those we could lie
about the beauty in everything,
but now we can only tell the truth.

“Indifferent Isles”

these shores have met many ships,
bearing men and women of all walks:
the soldier weighted with metal-memory,
the farmer fleeing continental conflict,
the cross-men clasping golden idols,
the reaver in his longship laden,
the roman with her pointed spear:
Gods have died on these shores,
alongside the celt and the saxon,
the angle, and the norman; all swept
by wind through the broken trees
back to the coasts that once welcomed
indifferently.

“Stone Soldier”

Beneath the cold grasp of winter
I run along the smooth stonework
till I reach the statue again.

White stone soldier reaching upward,
both of his hands grasping the hilt
of a sword carved but never used.

His armour, resplendent silver
chiselled into a warlike shape
to protect from the elements.

He stands, in line with his brothers
to fight back the encroaching dead
and force away the souls of dmeons.

The stone slowly grinds down to dust
which catches away on the wind
and burns away our soldiers face:

An age of service soon forgotten.