soundofmanywaters

* "New" means new to this blog. Some of these were written years ago but were never published. Some needed a lot of updating! A Haiku of Haikus Five Elements of earth, Wind and rain and toil and tears Gather here to wait. Rain swells grape and grain Sun and soil combined create A little cosmos. Ploughman and planter, Reaper, brewer, baker, all Bring their sweat and skill, Bring us bread and wine. A portion small as seed is set Here on this table. Grain and grape stand forth As body and blood: none here Without being crushed. Seven Crushed as small as seed God-sown, rooted in Mary, The Lord of Harvest Grows in flesh and blood In sweat and skill and wisdom Waiting for ripeness. The sower scatters good seed on a stony field. Thorn and thistle thrive. Strangest of harvests Here where love combined with hate Shreds flesh and sheds blood. Stone shadows enclose A long sabbath day, nothing Left to do but wait. For unless a seed Falls into the ground and dies It abides alone But dying...

Bottom, A New Orpheus, The Clown Bottom I hope that others look on me as deep, Witty, perhaps, serene and debonair: But I’m known by the company I keep And I’ve got you behind me everywhere. Others I try to approach with dignity To give a good impression to their mind: I turn to go, another view of me Presents – yours is the face I leave behind. My softest paper shows consideration, I faithfully transport you to the loo: Why must you interrupt my conversation And air what hardly passes for your view? Prelates and professors, potentates, Please don’t look down on me for my poor bottom: Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, and William Gates, And Taylor Swift - you all know you’ve got ‘em. Almighty Lord, that has made all things well, You know the secrets that we try to hide. You know it’s bad for us when egos swell: You gave us bottoms to bring down our pride. A New Orpheus The Muse is a flighty bird and proud Who stays half hidden in her high cloud, Will not flit down and talk to those Who would be ...

SoundofManyWaters Collection 9: Relating Furies and Gorgons, Bone of my Bone, Semaphore, Bearing the Image     Furies and Gorgons   Blusterless Agamemnon The wind gone from your sails Buy a fair breeze With your daughter’s blood And get a hurricane With talons in it.   Medusa rises from the abyss With serpents rising from her hair Each slithering shape gazing With the face of the oppressed: Despised daughters, belittled Sisters, grieving mothers, Abandoned widows and Rejected lovers.   Quick, Perseus! Raise your mirror before their stares Strike home into your stony heart.     Semaphore   Somewhere we lost the knowing of each other We made an image, stuck it on a shelf. Now you are left so many lies to smother And I must labour on to lose myself.   Now mountains rise between us, gaunt and high And no-one knows what we are waiting for. Who will be first to scale them,...