Word and Image

along a line,
axial shift.
leaden feet,
demon neat.

Acrobats in the air,
Fire driven hard and rare.
The many left replete,
A few favoured beyond care.
There beneath the tongues creep,
Broken,
Shattered,
Pressured,
Ready to weep.

Rounded domes
Clear but white
Clouded vision
Invisible at night
Searing rivers
Driven by spite
Leaching poison
A necessary rite

Why are the birds so generous?

Are they conscious of their gift?

Do they fly to remind us of freedom?

Do they dip and wheel to dispel the bonds binding our earth bound limbs?

For a brief moment question and answer collapse.

None to be had
For the scrambling sad.

In a hidden corner
Something was found
Memories of loss
Clothes green and brown

Too many faces
Seen from afar
Order confused
In the grand bazaar.

In the days of quiet
We live in riot
I wonder which
To fade or stitch.

Ripple and rhyme
Forgetting is crime
Deploy and embrace
Honour given to those who face.

Graze and travel the maze
Or dazzle and amaze

These things quickly fade
Can we afford to raid

Only one thing is left
In the crook and cleft

Staring back
A silent cat

Gives no quarter
Eternal mortar

A cloud given to obscure
An act pure and simple
Strange to deny growth
To run an endless maze

Claim a common tool
Embark and pay no fare
Head to fabled shores
Find wealth white and horned