A poem I wrote {and to Jamie, no its is not one of those poems, I'm not sure if they will ever see the light of day, they were more done for me, then for anyone else - but maybe I will :P still not sure}

Chagall

Sitting in my room

Somewhere in the world

Someone is just

Getting into their bed

Falling asleep

I fly to them

And kiss them on the forehead

Goodnight

I fly home

And lick an envelope shut

Golden

The sun warms me up

I thank it with a violent shake

Gritty and wholesome

A bit of the beat got stuck in me

And bongos jam to the bah-da-bam

I’m a modern day primitive

Living in jungle Congo bongo city

Susan sings with her gloved raised yellow

Swinging Sophia whispers wisdom hello

Now off to the grass we zip

(Clovers give good-green-luck mellow)

Just you and me

Now of the matters we spoke a day-or-so-ago

You-know!

That lovely conversation we had by the lake blue

Aha! There you go!

I spoke: “the poet reclining” with rosy cheeks

“Now if I can get that feeling”

(Apple and oranges were peeling)

“I think I will have succeeded”

And you conceded with a giggle and smile

Then like a gypsy your words stole me

And took me to a house three stories (four?)

“Now the first,” you said with a whisper “floor”

“Never stops growing”

“The second always sleeps – the third never”

I imagined dancing to many coloured nights

And you spoke of a fourth that linked it all

And roots shooting like foundations

Into ocean’s sides, your own little nation

Descending bending stone stairs

To the sea no sin

 - And oh the house lets only special people in!

Then back I went to the city grey

With umbrellas for trees

And train tickets for hay

But all the while I’m still so rich

Shimmering like a red poppy

I am oh so rich

I’m golden

This Icelandic lullaby is so beautiful. I first heard it sung in Icelandic by Björk, my favourite musician, on her Medulla Album. Here it is in English:


Vökuró - (Vigil in English)

My farm 
my farm and yours
sleeps happily at peace
falls snow
silent at dusk on earth
my grass
my grass and yours
keeps the earth til spring

Nesting spring
hid at the hill's root
awake as are we
faith in life
quiet cold spring
eye of the depths
into the firmament
staring still in the night

Far away
wakes the great world
mad with grim enchantment
disquieted
fearful of night and day
your eyes
fearless and serene
smile bright at me

My hope
your blest smile
rouses verse from sleep
the earths rests
silent in arms of snow
lily white
closes her blue eyes
my little girl 


If you want to here the song, look up Bjork Vokuro on Youtube

A Secret Shared

When no one is watching

(When I’m sure no one is around)

I play music full of breath passion and beat

And I dance like a wild man

Who has no inhibitions my

Heart feels mischievously wicked

Like I am committing a crime

But really, it feels so ethical

It is my second favourite addiction

A Ridiculous Murmur

Come now, and like an old man, whisper your insanities in my ear

Hiss like a snake, and I will try and fail to hide my delight, my glee

Oh let it slide off your tongue like a gust of wind, and slide into me

How crazy you are! Keep it not to yourself, come, pour more my way

I’ll be your blind confidante, the child on your knee, your delight, & glee

Who could resist the secrets you share, those rumours of your heart?

A lunatic’s gossip, oh so sweet, jack-in-the-box, how you are deceptive!

I scream in delicious terror, in sheer disbelief, I churn with awe, lovely one

Send a dove from the cradle in your mouth, so I can nurture it in my arms

With tears and laughter I’ll feed it, as it blossoms and blooms, splendid

So innocent, so new, young and hopeful, as am I, whenever you words are near

Sincerely, I thank you, for the gift of your quiet song in my ear, my dear

Summersong

I will bring the heat of summer

With me in my suitcase

Let the afternoon tint

Shimmer as I rest

Until autumn’s glow awakens me

To winds of change

I will find the sun

And cradle her in my arms

Her golden nectar will cover me

And I will cover her