One night when I was out running,
Without thoughts fraughts or oughts,
I was just running.
Against the clouds it was glowing
Not to judge grudge or fudge
It was just chumming
I woke you my darling, remember?
Holding hands as we watched.
Still?
Yes it’s still here.
For my daughter
For a reading click here…to the lighthouse
As we walked out that golden afternoon
Toward the lighthouse, brisk o’er skyward road
The isle arose from bed of cirrus brume
Haar-spun candyfloss of light bestrowed
Melting butter incense scented gorse
The watchful pines conspir’d in secrecy
Disporting hares’ balletic spring discourse
Construed your nature’s green-fused ecstasy
Stepp’d you light through dunes to surf’s samphire sand
Sun crowned halo loosed hair engarlanded
Sea-flensed bottle strewn sapphire scattered strand
Whence garnered sea -cleansed shells sleight-handed
My evanescent love, my April show’r
Foregathered here-by thy dominions pow’r
You join up the dots of the stars my love
With your patterned impassionate being
Reflecting below what’s mirrored above
Rich-sequined your fabric of feeling
Casually spendthrift the joy that you’ve sewn
Causally spindrift, engagingly freed
Harvesting concepts, organically grown
Wittily warm anthropological creed
The gilded arpeggio of moonlight
Which butterfly soft-wings your thinking
Fritillary froth-daffled the insight
Of your Mesopotamian a-musing
disarmingly charmingly, conspiring
In a furnace of creative inquiring
.. we need to demand fair trade phones… join Congo Calling – or !Enough in the USA.
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As it is with you
presto accelerandissimissimo
Raveling one steppe at a time, our Kensington debussant. Close-coupled at the ice-break prow
from nights on your bare mountain
over through and on
care-bear-share
touch and push, wellington heels in mud
gurgling moonbright splinter
shining, glowing, giggling in a blanket
embracing, holding, sprinting
drawing toward the outline of your own smile
Phoebe Imogen Mary Cottam, 17th April 2010