The dumber dark sod of a creamier winter than I remember ~
Of the naked trail of me and my girl looking down on the moving town
We were restless and nieve or dancing stock full of Blake’s innocence
I coulda’ cupped her breast in my flickering grasp or pressed warm lips against hers
But I heard the voice of people’s talking and the scant blue sky rolled its eye
We frolicked then with freedom as lambs, leaves and kites are prone to do
Determined and resolute in a still-born manner, I transgressed that sodden snow
Yet who then listens to logic worn or brittle-bone speeches, incantations
from empty spell wizards with cavernous heads and small grey eyes?
We have been born with a vision like wet clay on a soldiers bloodied boot
We can again shape a madonna smile, naked infants belly and a bakers brick oven all
Where then will we put so many failed dreams if not to be within our care-worn hearts?
Where indeed is the mothers experience when relationships die and the second son
is now the only one bothered or angry to break his silence, his heart and cry?
Fourteen years is a lifetime when you’re still yearning to fly forward
yet in the dredged plumes of grey-bird smoke that trails so many lives
there is always a gnawing monster who follows every precious step
aims to catch and pin every sun-gold memory like laurel-stained butterflies
and travels like a steaming train through landscapes loving, burned or swollen
The liberty bell still ringing draws the people from their church
where an army of small coloured children are singing and clapping happy hello’s.
written byedenbray 20.12.11