METROPHOBIA

I guess you know this is a fear of poetry. I suspect if you read this blog on anything like a regular basis you are not afflicted by such a fear.

A number of poems about the moon today. I have had the first line of this one knocking around my head for some time. 

6am searchlight moon

illuminates the rooftops

early morning yawn

spark the car to more life than me

drive into the dawn

the atmospheric lens of night

magnifies the rising red moon

nearer – further

we play motorway tag

until the street lights drown the stars

I think it is a work in progress, what do you think?

This next one is a companion piece and wrote itself quite quickly.

washed out white disc

already worn away

shaving of soap

in the basin of the stars

I thought of distilling it onto a haiku but I rather like the way it sits on the page.

The last poem is rather different, a little sombre and definitely not complete. I feel that it needs to go somewhere. There is time for it to fully form itself.

we are in trouble

but there will be no rescue

we only have each other

so throw away the ideology

twentieth century thinking won’t save us

the problem is nearer than the next election

deeper than the budget deficit

we cannot go on like this

There is a fine line between describing a situation and hectoring people. 

I am going to leave you with some music. This is Pentangle live.