Birthed of the roaring golden womb,
Alighting on the moon's cool seas
And a swift silent leap to pour
Upon the river close to me.
The swan swam and looked to know
The pearl white light in which she moved and ruled
To me she seemed to be that light embodied
Winged and white,
Leaving flakes to shimmer on the river
As she passed quietly through.
She was a herald, a mystic sign.
As I looked upon her I saw another river:
All of life cold and dark
With friendship, light embodied, Swimming through
Defiant. Wilf 09/2014
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
Tuesday, 2 September 2014
Memories
In the stillness of the nursery
Magic midnight hold her breath and smiles
As cupboard doors creak,
Out tumbles a hoard of little soldiers
Small toys but jumping,twitching grinning silly
Mischief's life dances in the tin and wood and lead.
Peevish prods and pinches
Round and round they wheel
Twisting what is real,"We played this game with you remember,remember how it feels?"
Midnight's magic never ends
Nor do the dancers stop to catch their breath,
Until juice from a darker hour's fruit
Drips upon the spell
And all is well.
The tired soul can breath, healed
And sinking to sleep will rise tomorrow
As a conqueror.
Wilf 1991
Magic midnight hold her breath and smiles
As cupboard doors creak,
Out tumbles a hoard of little soldiers
Small toys but jumping,twitching grinning silly
Mischief's life dances in the tin and wood and lead.
Peevish prods and pinches
Round and round they wheel
Twisting what is real,"We played this game with you remember,remember how it feels?"
Midnight's magic never ends
Nor do the dancers stop to catch their breath,
Until juice from a darker hour's fruit
Drips upon the spell
And all is well.
The tired soul can breath, healed
And sinking to sleep will rise tomorrow
As a conqueror.
Wilf 1991
The North sea as a type of God-Two views
Flamborough Head stands proud
Cliffs that defy the Almighty
Cold clean unscalable hardness,
He is unconquered
and mocks the fling and hurl
Of wave worn wave borne rocks.
Defiant.His horn held high
Warning the ships of the sea,
"Do not venture close,my bones lie hidden
Beneath the waves and I will scrape out your heart".
Barmston beach by contrast is demure and yielding
Her sandy gravel cliffs, low and homely
Present a shy freckled face to the sea.
Shy,yet brave to face onslaughts
And be dragged away.
Everything built here will fall
The very land be lapped and lashed away,
But I would rather be like her.
Though everything topple,make Your inroads Lord
Let me be as a bay,tear me down,
Wrap me round with ocean and let Your waves
Bring ships to harbour in me.
Wilf1996
Cliffs that defy the Almighty
Cold clean unscalable hardness,
He is unconquered
and mocks the fling and hurl
Of wave worn wave borne rocks.
Defiant.His horn held high
Warning the ships of the sea,
"Do not venture close,my bones lie hidden
Beneath the waves and I will scrape out your heart".
Barmston beach by contrast is demure and yielding
Her sandy gravel cliffs, low and homely
Present a shy freckled face to the sea.
Shy,yet brave to face onslaughts
And be dragged away.
Everything built here will fall
The very land be lapped and lashed away,
But I would rather be like her.
Though everything topple,make Your inroads Lord
Let me be as a bay,tear me down,
Wrap me round with ocean and let Your waves
Bring ships to harbour in me.
Wilf1996
The mad and the Wild
The mad mane
Lashing and thrashing
With a million briney whips
Pounding and grinding with foaming fists
Wild white water tearing down the ramparts and cliffs,
Oh God the sea is like a pool
Compared to You
I look upon Your waves with dread
But if they break upon my soul
Let me be quickly sped
To the shoals
Sheltered in Your heart's sea bed.
Wild wild wind
Who can tame Your breathless pace
Or match Your madcap motion's race?
A devastating dance of strange and dangerous grace,
My God the storm is like a summer breeze
Compared to You,
Who is not felled before Your blast?
But let me be a tiny seed
Borne upon Your breath and blown at last
To grow amidst the meadows of Your forest.
Wilf 1996
Lashing and thrashing
With a million briney whips
Pounding and grinding with foaming fists
Wild white water tearing down the ramparts and cliffs,
Oh God the sea is like a pool
Compared to You
I look upon Your waves with dread
But if they break upon my soul
Let me be quickly sped
To the shoals
Sheltered in Your heart's sea bed.
Wild wild wind
Who can tame Your breathless pace
Or match Your madcap motion's race?
A devastating dance of strange and dangerous grace,
My God the storm is like a summer breeze
Compared to You,
Who is not felled before Your blast?
But let me be a tiny seed
Borne upon Your breath and blown at last
To grow amidst the meadows of Your forest.
Wilf 1996
Tuesday, 26 August 2014
Night Sigh
My head was very busy,so I went to sit,
To sink down,commune with peace,with God,
About His silent slow affairs.
Looking at the sky,mute and still,then
A moving point of light
Which though it was a machine fitted well
Flying at its funny angle before the assembled stars
But then a clumsy flashing box of tricks came
Chuddering and clicking, clacking and whirring
Then another then a third,the sky is busy tonight,
Just like me.
But the still silent stars are busier
Their insides are doing things that would make
Even Mr.Einstein's head cheerfully go pop.
I wonder what a star sounds like up close?
(I never heard the planes by the way,but with all the lights
colour and funny shapes it was easy to imagine)
A busy sky
Stars serene bright powerful
Effortless effervescence
Light's splashing dash all the way to me.
I'm busy,
Silly cares and worries
Snares and hurries
Flying in a flurry
Against the ground of God's immensity
For somehow down inside is
The Father of light,Sire of stars and sky
Whom no space can accommodate,
Smilingly patient with me as, with my mind's meccano
I make a ladder up to God?
A ship to sail the stars?
(Maybe in time we'll stretch out to one or two,but
why bother when the prophet said that one day late they'd fall out of heaven anyway)
And God comes to those who wait.
The sky is now clear of the clickers and clackers
And my toy cares are flung away
So I can begin life's proper business,
Hopelooking
Faithwaiting
Lovegreeting
The God who comes
Wilf 1996
To sink down,commune with peace,with God,
About His silent slow affairs.
Looking at the sky,mute and still,then
A moving point of light
Which though it was a machine fitted well
Flying at its funny angle before the assembled stars
But then a clumsy flashing box of tricks came
Chuddering and clicking, clacking and whirring
Then another then a third,the sky is busy tonight,
Just like me.
But the still silent stars are busier
Their insides are doing things that would make
Even Mr.Einstein's head cheerfully go pop.
I wonder what a star sounds like up close?
(I never heard the planes by the way,but with all the lights
colour and funny shapes it was easy to imagine)
A busy sky
Stars serene bright powerful
Effortless effervescence
Light's splashing dash all the way to me.
I'm busy,
Silly cares and worries
Snares and hurries
Flying in a flurry
Against the ground of God's immensity
For somehow down inside is
The Father of light,Sire of stars and sky
Whom no space can accommodate,
Smilingly patient with me as, with my mind's meccano
I make a ladder up to God?
A ship to sail the stars?
(Maybe in time we'll stretch out to one or two,but
why bother when the prophet said that one day late they'd fall out of heaven anyway)
And God comes to those who wait.
The sky is now clear of the clickers and clackers
And my toy cares are flung away
So I can begin life's proper business,
Hopelooking
Faithwaiting
Lovegreeting
The God who comes
Wilf 1996
Romance
A life lived without kisses,
Is like a land in drought.
So let me take You Lord
And yield my thirsty lips
Up to your sweet mouth.
My Lord I could not live
Without the embrace of a lover.
So let me melt before your strength,
Dying gladly in your arms
And I shall crave no other.
There must be consummation,
Or I have lived in vain.
Your seed must clasp this aching womb
Your nature and your children born
To perpetuate our name.
Wilf 09/1997
I ought to explain that I am committed to life long celibacy
Is like a land in drought.
So let me take You Lord
And yield my thirsty lips
Up to your sweet mouth.
My Lord I could not live
Without the embrace of a lover.
So let me melt before your strength,
Dying gladly in your arms
And I shall crave no other.
There must be consummation,
Or I have lived in vain.
Your seed must clasp this aching womb
Your nature and your children born
To perpetuate our name.
Wilf 09/1997
I ought to explain that I am committed to life long celibacy
Wednesday, 20 August 2014
The Virgin's Kisses
I have held many men,it being my trade.
Yet,I have never really held a man.
With them it is generally dull,rarely passionate
More rarely repulsive,
I cope.
But this man he is so very different
I am not coping at all.
His feet, they are filthy!
Are there no slaves here?
That pharisee has plenty.
What is this overwhelming swell?
My heart is being pulled out,
I have not wept for years,
Not since.....
How many men have I kissed?
Then, only with my body,but now my whole being
Kisses you.
My sorrow wraps itself around you
My tears streak your feet,
I who have been slave to so many-
I can at least be slave to you this once,
And wash your feet,
(They will drag me away presently)
I do not care,let me dry your feet with my hair
Let me kiss you again again again
(Surely they will drag me away)
Every kiss is so strangely welcomed
And beckons more, men have always wanted more
But not like this,I can not let you go
You draw from me that which I knew
Was in every part me
But you draw it away,
Leaving what?
More than this you drag out this wave,
Flooding up in tears and kisses in reckless wild caresses.
I have have gone too far,far beyond
The hateful gazes of this place
They can not see this twin tide
Under which I break;
The suffocating shame and this crushing love.
I have taken the purity of many sons,
Drinking the forbidden cup,
But this man's purity has poured unbidden into me;
My shame and the poison washed out
I have not laughed for many years,
Not since......
But even that has gone,
I feel like a girl again.
Can someone like me
Regain what has been lost?
But I have been given his virginity,
I have been dragged away
By him,to him
From myself to myself.
Wilf 09/1997
You can read the account of this in the Bible in Luke chapter 7 verses 36-50
Yet,I have never really held a man.
With them it is generally dull,rarely passionate
More rarely repulsive,
I cope.
But this man he is so very different
I am not coping at all.
His feet, they are filthy!
Are there no slaves here?
That pharisee has plenty.
What is this overwhelming swell?
My heart is being pulled out,
I have not wept for years,
Not since.....
How many men have I kissed?
Then, only with my body,but now my whole being
Kisses you.
My sorrow wraps itself around you
My tears streak your feet,
I who have been slave to so many-
I can at least be slave to you this once,
And wash your feet,
(They will drag me away presently)
I do not care,let me dry your feet with my hair
Let me kiss you again again again
(Surely they will drag me away)
Every kiss is so strangely welcomed
And beckons more, men have always wanted more
But not like this,I can not let you go
You draw from me that which I knew
Was in every part me
But you draw it away,
Leaving what?
More than this you drag out this wave,
Flooding up in tears and kisses in reckless wild caresses.
I have have gone too far,far beyond
The hateful gazes of this place
They can not see this twin tide
Under which I break;
The suffocating shame and this crushing love.
I have taken the purity of many sons,
Drinking the forbidden cup,
But this man's purity has poured unbidden into me;
My shame and the poison washed out
I have not laughed for many years,
Not since......
But even that has gone,
I feel like a girl again.
Can someone like me
Regain what has been lost?
But I have been given his virginity,
I have been dragged away
By him,to him
From myself to myself.
Wilf 09/1997
You can read the account of this in the Bible in Luke chapter 7 verses 36-50
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