People Watching

Maybe St. Mary knew this place well
She certainly didn’t drink coffee here
Waiting for kin
Discussing theology
Feet on the street

Cobbled pavements
The might of a dragon
Not sure what bus to catch
Watching people go by and about
Blinking into the sun

Free and with freedom

Copyright John de Gruyther 2014

Old Horntail

Hello wood wasp
Massive bug landing on the shed
Is this a suitable place for you.
Why are you in the garden of
concrete paradise?
There are houses in your field, they chopped down the trees of pine

Despite appearances
It doesn’t sting
Weapons merely functional
Old Horntail
Looking for a place to lay
The summer may be ending

Copyright John de Gruyther 2014

Photograph by Dan Fleet – Wikipedia Public Domain

O Captain My Captain

RIP Robin, I can’t believe you are gone. May God bless you and your family and friends.

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; 
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; 
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, 
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: 
    But O heart! heart! heart!         
      O the bleeding drops of red, 
        Where on the deck my Captain lies, 
          Fallen cold and dead. 
  

Beautiful Chaos

To mark the summer holidays and the fact that my little boy starts big school in September I am re-posting a version of a poem I first shared last year…

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Beautiful Chaos

“Don’t put my book down the toilet”

“I won’t Daddy”

FLUSH

“Your cereal bowl is not a drum, or a steering wheel”

“Please don’t hit your sister with your Bob the Builder Hammer”

THWACK

And so the day begins

We grapple and fight

Against the oncoming day

Why

Do we stress and toil

Instead of letting children play

Be yourself

Little ones

Soon to start school

Those endless days are gone

Lovely tiny faces

And imaginative brains

Just ignore adult chores

Go out and play

Sunshine

Dragons

Lego

And beautiful chaos

I promise to down tools

And join you for a day

“Stop it, stop it”

“No the cat is not a cushion”

MIAOWAAWWWW

It’s a perfect day

©John de Gruyther 2014

Green Man Guarding

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Twisted limbs reaching through wrecked windows of abandoned mill
Hive of industry for the men living on the hill
Walking beneath the aquaduct, can hear children singing
Fishing and larking, the church bell ringing
Sun fractures time and memory, sky divorced from disused canal
Sound above more wood pigeon than owl
The green man’s face guarding the fence
Through fields, passing cows who show mild indifference
Searching for the heron tree through a country gate
On higher ground, lower paths and train tracks arriving too late
A building site would deny nature’s simplicity, shame that’s its fate

©John de Gruyther 2014

Photograph by Heather de Gruyther

 

Green Man Guarding

green-man.jpg

 

Twisted limbs reaching through wrecked windows of abandoned mill
Hive of industry for the men living on the hill
Walking beneath the aquaduct, can hear children singing
Fishing and larking, the church bell ringing
Sun fractures time and memory, sky divorced from disused canal
Sound above more wood pigeon than owl
The green man’s face guarding the fence
Through fields, passing cows who show mild indifference
Searching for the heron tree through a country gate
On higher ground, lower paths and train tracks arriving too late
A building site would deny nature’s simplicity, shame that’s its fate

©John de Gruyther 2014

Photograph by Heather de Gruyther

 

Doubt Re-Booted

For Blog

Doubt

Heard your doubts

All you do is dream of doubt

Lurking shadows the only thing that you can trade

What really lurks beneath that innocuous façade

Your motives as clear as the off shore tax havens in which you bathe

The veneer is worn away, skulls and atrocity behind your spotless grin


Still you writhe within pure doubt


Whilst you glimmer in light are you some despotic apothecary

This is no bureaucratic stipulation or sinister cabal

but flesh and blood and humanity

Compassion up in smoke, just facebook posts espousing democracy
Empires built upon borrowed debt


But you doubt to dream


Is it right to be two ways

a smile and polite small talk at day

but at night, at night fevers and nightmares conspire


To leave you in no doubt


Far simpler to grin and bear it

The sight is hard to share

Sometimes you must stand to the side of right

even if you are alone


Forestall the knowledge that is doubt


Lost in a forest, does power mean destruction

Information has no discrimination it talks to all

the flow constant but rarely accurate

it harbours the criminals of intellect

hijacking reason, held hostage by rage


But still you cling to doubt


Pure and virtuous but that’s all made up

the only truth your lies

Sinewy muscle toned for despair

dark corridors you mentioned in tirades against reason


Doubt is just shock in disguise

©John de Gruyther 2014