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A Skinny Fairtrade Latte in the Food Court of Life - Page 479

  • 'Haphazard by Starlight' - Day 15

    Blackbird in Fulham

    by P J Cavanagh

    A John the Baptist bird which comes before
    The light, chooses an aerial
    Toothed like a garden rake, puts a prong at each shoulder,
    Opens its beak and becomes a thurifer
    Blessing dark above dank holes between the houses,
    Sleek patios or rag-and-weed-choked messes.

    Too aboriginal to notice these,
    Its concentration is on resonance
    Which excavates in sleepers memories
    Long overgrown or expensively paved-over,
    Of innocence unmawkish, love robust.
    Its sole belief, that light will come at last.
    The point is proved and, casual, it flies elsewhere
    To sing more distantly, as though its tune
    Is left behind imprinted on the air,
    Still legible, though this the second carbon.
    And puzzled wakers lie and listen hard
    To something moving in their minds' backyard.

  • 'Haphazard by Starlight' - Day 14

    Darkness

    after Rilke

    by Alan Payne


    Darkness,

    your grand circle engulfs

    all the small bright circles

    of the world.  None

    can withstand you:

    meteors trailing their light

    through space, this slim

    candle on a shelf.

    All selves

    belong to you, began

    in you.  You place

    a hand on my shoulder, shift

    hand to wrist, fell my pulse.

    Your gentleness moves

    me to belief: in

    darkness.

  • Feeling Blessed

    002.JPGQueen of all she surveys - Holly testing out the smart new dining chairs tucked under the lovely new dining table, and giving her seal of approval.

    007.JPGYesterday I joined some friends at a charity carols by candlelight event in Edinburgh - and in the lucky-dip managed to win no less than a television!  Just need to arrange to collect it from the charity's offices in town as I'd left before they contacted me with the news, but, wow!

    Feeling very blessed.

     

  • 'Haphazard by Starlight' - Day 13

    The Tyger

    by William Blake

    Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
    In the forests of the night,
    What immortal hand or eye
    Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

    In what distant deeps or skies
    Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
    On what wings dare he aspire?
    What the hand dare sieze the fire?

    And what shoulder, & what art.
    Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
    And when thy heart began to beat,
    What dread hand? & what dread feet?

    What the hammer? what the chain?
    In what furnace was thy brain?
    What the anvil? what dread grasp
    Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

    When the stars threw down their spears,
    And watered heaven with their tears,
    Did he smile his work to see?
    Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

    Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
    In the forests of the night,
    What immortal hand or eye
    Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

  • Variety is the Spice...

    Today is pretty varies and yet much of a piece.

    As is the way this week, I am running late with everything - not my 'style' and not very energising it has to be said.  Still, overall things are good and enjoyable.

    After yesterday's fun game of sending dead chairs to the tip and, with the help of two friends, getting a new table into my (overcrowded with oddments of furniture) kitchen, today should be calmer!

    A sermon to write, lunchtime reflection in which to participate, then a train ride to Edinburgh for charity carol service.

    Once Christmas is past I really, really, really must get rid of some of the extraneous stuff that clutters my home!