Ode To A Long-lost Dead Friend

Where did you go, Joanna?
And where do they sing Hosanna,
Or are we all on mute.

And the relatives who cared –
In the works they put a spanner.
I just wish the world was kinder

And that one day I might find her,
A resident of some suburb
In the golden ziggurats.

Limehouse Song

There are many communions
I did not expect,
A dog with feathers,
A heart of regrets.

Paddling pools,
Halls of frogs,
In the smoke
From limehouse logs.

Rainy days will bless,
Invigorate no less
Both my souls
And Wapentake, yes.

There are many confessions
I did not expect,
From Dover Sole drizzle
To waters north of dear Inverness.

The Return

I know you have your worries,
I have my worries too,
Yet what is life without worries?
I’m one of the unhurried few.

When this all is over,
I’ll learn to fish again.
I’ll cast my nets into the sea,
I’ll learn to be a friend.

A hibernating spider
Is dreaming of my pen;
I’ll write about the worries
Until we turn again.

Then we’ll be in Avalon,
There we’ll live in the sea;
Speared by a sheering light
Of love, and quiet harmony.