Gardeners Mortality

Gardeners Mortality

How the hill tries 

to reclaim me 

when I'm not looking.

It moves the 

leaves and soil

stones and flax.

The weeds anchor down

with the worm.

I work against 

natures commanding force

it's untidiness gathers and settles creeps onto my path.

I rage against the hill

I will not  give in to the earth or

take for granted the change in the colours of the trees.

 My hands are blistered 

from the spade 

 I feel parched 

under the decay 

of the fallen tree.

I will dig my self out of here

before the rain slips  down 

the steep slide

and the quick season

swallows the sun..

Avie.

Rain

 Rain

The rain has its own language

it speaks to me through 

the sunlit curtains.

I listen to the melancholy sound 

on the tin roof

the lovers warm steady voice 

saying no need to 

go out today my love

let us stay in

with what we already know.

Whispers sink into the last minutes before sleep 

we pull up the quilt of dreams

and listen to

the eternal night fall

beneath the watery stars.

Avie..

Bus Stop

Bus Stop

Dark shadows 

waiting in the night city

for the no.1 

electric express.

It's the last one tonight 

Otherwise 

it's a long walk home.

Luminous expressions

shivering

waiting

flicking 

the touch screen

blowing smoke rings.

The cigarette glow

burns further down 

the deep inhale.

Behind the glass

in lights

a supermodel 

poses for Channel.

Avie..

A Life Of Song

A life of song

I have shared 

this piece of wood

charmed and played 

the endless mysteries.

Sang about the flowers

started and fought battles

after the rebel songs

flying fists across the bar.

You found my song on 

the pavement  

we bantered 

in smoking rooms 

scarpered down the 

after hours streets,

and pissed against the stars

singing 

'Whiskey in the jar,

and we choked back the

tears of laughter.

I've played with 

this piece of wood

for years 

breaking down

the barricades..

Avie..

Medusa

Light Tricks

Light Tricks

When the sun slants

through the trees

the wind drops 

in the silence of the woods.

The brittle leaves 

fall through 

the silver shafts

and blow

over the scurried darkness.

Medusa is coerced 

out of the clay dungeon of 

the hollow hill, and 

begins to dance 

In the rays of 

the sun.

Beneath the sway 

of the sky

the serpents tail rises

and dances to

the rhythms

of the song.

Avie..

Light Tricks

Exodus

Exodus

Who is going to tell

the poor refugee 

where to find

a sanctury in 

the political wastelands 

of human tragedy?

So the infant child

can learn  to swim 

under a safer sun,and not

drown in the Mediterranean Sea.

The best we can do 

is look on 

in disbelief 

at another 

Human grief

washed ashore

fleeing for their lives

from the barrel of the gun.

The desperate  faces fall

with their babies

on the cold steel 

rail tracks 

of Europe.

How far have we come

from warring against each other?

When children are thrown 

into desperate hands

onto railway wagons 

the young and old

learn to suffer the same

bleeding chapters from 

the bad blood of mankind

while the politicians 

drink bottled water at

breakfast tables.

They decide

the fate of

the poor refugee

who is prepared to die

for the ink mark

the colour of

the division sea

in a small book

to set his family free 

on a safe passage 

to the promised land

But as the clock ticks

with no answers and

the borders stay closed

another smuggler

reaps the profits

regardless 

of the tide 

of injustice

to Humanity.

Avie.

Exodus