Home and Away

These little poems come from a series of works I had tucked away for several years before I decided to self publish a chapbook of my poems, mainly to give to family and friends, although I did sell a handful of copies.

The book is divided into two sections focusing on experiences and thoughts of home and family - Home; and on reflections from my limited travels - Away. I hope you enjoy them.

Mr Moon

Silver scythe through an inky sky,

you shine down on tiled roofs

and little lanes,

Pushing dim sunlight along the streets.

You're a dab hand at definition,

a kindly torch for travelers.

All around blows wildly while you float,

high-rised and unperturbed,

the only rock in a storm.

But on other nights,

I've seen you coaxed from shyness.

Slung low and gold and large.

Full of yourself, you lounge about,

a big grin on your timeless face.

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Life in Heaven

Heaven's blanket lifts slowly in the morning.

Like a miracle, light seeps through the covers to reveal the city,

moist, wriggling, bawling a first breath.

New day, new possibilities, New Delhi.

Roaring horns cover sorrows in one long note,

an alarm barely recognised by children,

kings of castles of masonry and dust,

imagining godly mosaics in an aluminum glaze.

A breeze flaps relief from the mounting heat,

soothing adolescent passions and troubled minds,

as soldiers on hot pavement remain watchful.

Horses and donkeys dream of unknown pasture,

tails flicking hapless flies into the thick of it.

Somewhere there's the note from a bamboo flute,

rising above the money changers and hungry hands.

Clear, fresh and hopeful it flies

to sit on golden domes and towers,

a faithful skyline, promising blessings.