By Stephen Kingsnorth Yield You know, like dough, a verse needs rest, before again you wrestle words, or like a smith you hammer, beat, to smash the molten into shape. Now does it sizzle, tip dipped, cool, or maybe back to furnace heat, avoid pig-iron, brittle work, when best is wrought through sweated toil? If … Continue reading Yield and Other Poems
Pupils and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Pupils I’ve noticed, despite forty years, how scene in seen by different eyes; whatever episode we share, attention’s paid from other lists. I note the old, sway hardboard walls, the makeshift stairs, strained bannisters, while she absorbed, how cast decked out - the clothes as worn, not battered props. I listen hard … Continue reading Pupils and Other Poems
Old Glories and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Old Glories Grand Pop would coat with calamine, a paler pink, war painting art, with blue tats, stark veins, printed back, tempura fresco, Plato’s cave. Unfocussed, waving, rising glare, that shimmer shared by eagle wings, though, sleeping on this surfer strand, a factor needed, real ale slump: I hang back now while … Continue reading Old Glories and Other Poems
Amongst the Waves and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Amongst the Waves I saw her in the Maundy aisle of steady stream, robed city life, my viewpoint from cathedral stall. So short beneath the vaulted heights, but stature tall as gazed about, an eye caught from amongst the crowd, as sight, finite, felt infinity. I have the invitation card, calligraphy in … Continue reading Amongst the Waves and Other Poems
Sanctuary and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Sanctuary Altar surround, the sanctuary - it’s holy ground, bared soles, atone, for I have trod with loosened thongs, where even angels fear to tread, and souls exposed, by spirit fed a sentinel, saint sentry point. Yet killing field those turbulent - Becket, Luwum, Romero, priests, for shame exposed, unwelcome voice, seed … Continue reading Sanctuary and Other Poems
Touchstone and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Touchstone My hero’s nature seen in the field, landscape laid for bloom and seed, words worth reading, learning creed, where heart buried, under ground. Hearts unaware, sink, daffodils - thought gaudy, banded, bucket bunch, an Easter easy, child-mind bribe - this crowded host without a guide, no manual, dead heading, scythe, flow … Continue reading Touchstone and Other Poems
Resurrection and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Resurrection I hear praise, awe the redwoods win, and oaks, withstood near battle scars, but my gem, acorn, palmed, admired, a prospect stored, squirrel ignored. I see them bury, gnaw, forget, a sapling fighting undergrowth, then filtered light through canopy calls for the greenman cambium. And it finds how to rise again, … Continue reading Resurrection and Other Poems
Passing and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Passing How quickly turns that silken purse - as though sow’s ear is taking space, hears jealousy, lost in revenge - but dew has dried, curl edges bruised, and secateurs deadhead at speed, already eager for rebirth. From best of blooms that nodding spreads, as if in shame, taut stretch neck drapes, … Continue reading Passing and Other Poems
First Fall and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth First Fall My chassis sashay unreturned - I cannot rise from weeding bed; where couch grass spread, snapdragon split, I’m splayed, pride punctured by the blades, and love-lies-bleeding in the tilth. It’s not the autumn, falling leaves - progressive failing of my limbs, dyskinesia taking hold and tremor shaking confidence, but garden … Continue reading First Fall and Other Poems
Loaned and Other Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Loaned Genetic tree, pooled influence, that xylem flow from roots beneath, the tap that feeds, mycorrhiza, gives fibre to our feeble deeds, hard graft applied where stock is tired - these masks and manes that launch our path. But nothing fixes final mould, though zeitgeist seeks to overlay; our choices set by … Continue reading Loaned and Other Poems