Springing back

Light, we can
Dance again,
Without the
Rules of Frost
To hem us in.

Full Moon

You are a world in a

Man, you are my heart in

My hand and my stomach

In a cup that can never

Be drained, you warm up

My soul with your pulse,

Your nostrils and your breaths,

Every hair that moves

On your face is lucky to be

Born near a warmth so

Keen it could run rings around

Me after circling the moon.

In his tale of two cities Dickens said ‘The day came coldly, like a dead face out of the sky’

What is there to fill this grey day?

Is there someone for whom

It is not grey, is there someone

Who switches on the lights with

Every blink? Is there a place

In this grey city where life flows

Strong and people are enjoying

Their work and loving themselves

And seeing light in every eye even

Though the sun’s switched off?


 Fill myself with love

Feel the barometer rise

Mercury between my

Lungs up to my throat

Node-glob at the thyroid

And fill me up from there

Then the cups that sit

Between the hips and

Above the gut, let them

Overflow quickly down

The limb lines of the

Thighs through the knees

Cartillage gates to the feet

Sealed with nails to

The booted floor above

The earth, the street, the

Core that rotates all fates

And gives open hearts and

Throat-brains energy

To proceed further than the

Streets, stoked up with fresh

Love beating consistently up

Through every particle

And making each shine

Bright like the moon over

Edinburgh when January

Is high and the year is

Young with fresh hope and

Cool candour, playing

Each glob of light like                                                                         

A sacred new toy.