Peter

It is Holy Week. So many things have wanted to pour out of me this week, or come to words through me, and I haven't had the time, and I'm bursting at the seams. I am tempted to let some of them tumble down here in a most disorganised way. Perhaps, I should limit myself…

Forest

Will you, ere my demise Let me step inside you Brother oh my forest That on the purple paths love winds into your depths I might once again walk And marvel once again Still flowering your chest The vines of destinies Some glib life would confine to thin dreams But for your breath Nestled under…

Archery

They say you never know Why you love somebody But it is for that time Beyond your time when all Those arrows loosed blind from young hearts overbowed Meet unexpected gold And chime Hear ! the call is coming home Over night-rooted crests Waking deep sullen wastes (oh years for not much gone oh life…