I
Clouds roll
across the sky like the smoke
from Thor's busy forge.
The brown, ample earth beneath
gently arches its wavy back
feeling the feathery touch of heaven upon its breast.
Here and there
as if sprung up from the black ooze
horses snicker and paw the muddy plains
their breath thick with the spume of Hades.
Everywhere,
a thousand colours
ripple and sway and mutter
in the speckled sunlight
rolling in the fat knowledge
of a thousand thousand mornings.
If you stand
and listen
the wind whispers softly
of ruby speckled shores,
cold iron in the hot grip of ecstatics
and the dim reflection
of fire
in slowly cooling pupils.
Vikings make for nasty neighbours...
II
The Germans built to last,
stone bone and iron teeth
grinning
above ice-blue water
black tongue unfurled
to spit fire and death
most horrible
Ants now crawl
in and out
of that gaping skull
and pose
smiling
for photos.
Heads are wagged
and vows are made to never forget
all the while unheard
over the whir and hum and silicon
the drums of war beat
Again and
Again.
I wrote this after visiting the German fortifications on the north coast of Denmark just 2 days after September 11th
This last one I wrote after coming upon a peace demonstration outside the Kobenhavn city hall quite unexpectedly...
III
On my way home
from other journeys,
I saw them.
Smelt them really,
incense and burning butter
guttering and glittering
midst a twilight Radhuspladsen.
Perhaps two hundred
brave lights
raising their feeble glow
to the darkened sky
on smoky arms of prayer
for
love
peace
understanding.
I watched
a patient handful
light and relight
those yellow diamonds
struggling so bravely
to set alight the chill wind
throwing itself relentlessly
at their glowing cores
Promethean butterflies
weaving and bobbing
a ceaseless dance.
Silently I cheered them on,
zipped up my jacket
and walked for the train.
How little things have changed in the 2 years since!
posted by WM @ 16:53
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