Field Song In ravages of daylight,he tracks the orb’s declinetowards the arc of the Birch. Sun baked hours concedeto shadows–blisters crackwith open parched throat; a brittle earth churningbeneath his cortège–in stepwith hooves & gyrating ironwood. ©️ Orion Foote
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Codgers Memoir in Twelve Seconds
Codgers Memoir in Twelve Seconds Each day a dog-eared copyof its predecessor–a pixelated imagesaved too often; in other words,a shroud over weathered cobbles. ©️Orion Foote 2023
Codger’s Notebook
Codger’s Notebook Mid-morning Camellias pingunder a muted sundial –Codger notes their progress;his concertina file pregnant with earmarked outtakes. Afternoon chill factors hoveinto view on the horizon –their misty eyed vapours hint at surmised outcomes;all annotations are updated. Dead letters depart on cuetowards a vanishing point –time is beside itself, sunbathing at another empty juncture;all fodderContinue reading “Codger’s Notebook”
Dancing in Absentia
Dancing in Absentia Why isn’t it enough to speak the sordid truth, while a jealous moon steals our thunder – assumes the limelight in a twinkling mid-winter sky. Why isn’t it enough to dance a rabid Tango – cut a dash around words etched in snow, that rise like a chorus from a well ofContinue reading “Dancing in Absentia”
Returns
Returns(for Bill) Slit eyed cherub marks time;drills his heels like a drunkenflamenco dancer – arm in armwith snare & hi-hat bluster. He’s shouting at thunder;swiping at air with steel batonin the purge of a moonlit hour. Merlin’s on stilts with menaceand puffed cheeks – gangly armsslash & grind, swinging overthe din of hammers. Fingers bouncingContinue reading “Returns”
Winter Swing
Winter Swing In this house & on this street,I heard you once;strumming bespoke chordsthrough an open sash window.They hung like snowflakesin the timid light,fell through black holeswith a handful of stars— in search of a cadencethat would ring true. And nocturnal showersthrew down in sympathy,had a damn good howlas I carried the tune,entertained it–unpacked itbarContinue reading “Winter Swing”
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa You speak as if to remember;as if wondering how words escapethrough tiny cracks – I track themdown and revel in the thought. And what of the light switchthat is somehow jammed;neither off nor on, but stuckunwittingly in-between, picking fights with the fuse box. That is how these things are.This is how I learnContinue reading “Tabula Rasa”
Unsent
Unsent At the grimace of dawn,you watch the dayrecede from the minds eye;keep watch for first signsof spring – made good on its word. Each small living thingis seen through infant eyes,and a blue interim has liftedthe frost – shaken black seedsfrom their frigid cradles. At days end you dinewithout hunger – without the weightofContinue reading “Unsent”
Interim Eternal
Interim Eternal In ramshackle light,a stellata blossommakes its last stand;rallies against the blightof a humbug season. People live & dieby their own devices around here – minglewith those of another kind;gather nebulous clues to another’s Rubik’s cubefrom the corner of their eye. Some flinch at echoes.They shy away froma well meaning sun,or avert blinking eyesfromContinue reading “Interim Eternal”
Flying Home
Flying Home We’re leaving this place;these kaleidoscope nights that burn in loud neonabove Times Square after dusk. Time can blur the lines,like hearts & fleshthat yearn for ways throughthe blare of yellow taxis;through a maze of noise,groping alone in the darkfor each other. Frazzled by waking hours,dragging feet with humidthoughts down broad avenues;our silence reverberatingContinue reading “Flying Home”
Visions of Orion Poetry 