Midsummer

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Sunset at Stonehenge Ruins by Ryan Fox

For my most favourite day of the year…

Let me rest my back against your cold stone
And watch the sun rise in front of us.
I cannot hear you breathe but you live
And I feel everything of you as we stand here together, your
Ancient blood seeping into my living veins telling
Of all that has come before
And all that promises to be.

It is a beautiful dawn.

Perhaps later, as the sun dwindles,
I shall lie here in this field of grass
Under your shadow, at your altar,
And watch as the world begins to grow dark
Begins to grow silent
Begins to grow cold,
Is bought to heel again,

And remember this magic.

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If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

What a poem.
It makes you want to embrace its tenderness and cry at its pain.
It might have got to me a little bit…

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Words, Wide Night by Carol Ann Duffy

I came across this gem of a poem…

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills
I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.

Origami Man

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My man is made of paper,
He is the blank page I write my dreams on,
And re-write my dreams on.
It gets complicated,
He’s complicated,
Or likes to think he is,
But I know each fold and crease of him,
I’ve traced them a million times with my hands
With my mind.
I try hard 
To smooth the edges, the angular corners
That frustrate as I attempt to follow the instructions, like
He frustrates,
Refuses to bend at every turn 
Until, suddenly, there he is
My paper man,
Three dimensional and beautiful,
Words, skin, love, paper dreams, within my hands.

Aloud

I like to say your name aloud.
I love the way it rolls of my tongue, 
To hear the syllables, approximant
In their approximation of my love for you.

Allowed, I would speak your name to anyone who would listen,
Releasing its long vowels and plosives
In explosive declarations of love
That would tell everyone and anyone that 
This man,
This beautiful man, 
Whose name rests impatiently on my lips, 
Is the man I love,
The man I need.
This man,
Is mine.

Aloud, I speak your name
As I walk alone in late evening sun.
I hear it, short and sweet,
Unrounded, closed,
As I disclose wildest dreams
To snag and hang on thorny hedgerows
To wave like prayer flags
For the passing birds and 
Startled fallow deer to hear.

Aloud, I speak your name to the wind,
Allow its pitch and tenor
To be swept away on the wings of warm, invisible currents
And imagine somehow, somewhere,
It will find its way back to you
So you can hear it:
My gentle voice on the breeze
Calling your name softly.

‘Come Slowly-Eden’ By Emily Dickinson

If only you knew how heartbreakingly beautiful you are,
How you are so many perfect things,
How your touch is honey,
How your absence stings.

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Come slowly—Eden
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines
As the fainting Bee—

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—
Enters—and is lost in Balms.

Emily Dickinson

In Xanadu

‘That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!’

Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I was day dreaming of
Love again,
You know how it goes…
So I tried to keep my eyes clamped shut
My body from waking but there wasn’t much
I could do when the sun started to shine
And life started to stir
More than squeeze my eyes shut even tighter,
Anything rather than wake up.

I’ve become good at it too,
Lying there with the real world held at arms length
As I slumber and dream of
Ever after, being loved,
Loving.

I guess you might call me a fantasist
But I can create every fantasy you
Want me to,
You are my imagination to
Conjure with in those restless hours before sleep, before wake
Where you belong to me.

I wish this dream to last forever
To stay here with you in Xanadu where
I will let you taste the milk of paradise
In the slumber of my need
Amidst those half dreamt, dreams of you.

Ripple

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Lilies by Claud Monet, 1916

I want to hear your laughter,
The way its ripples extend out
Into shallow, glittering waves at sunrise
To where I swim naked amongst monet’s lilies,
Until I find myself in the centre,
Circled by circle after circle after never ending circle of
You

The joy
In this quiet moment is
More than anything I can believe possible

I will it to last,
To feel its gentle blue eyed lap against me whenever I swim and
I find I am not afraid to
Be here in this
Lake of mine, of
Yours, with its tangle of reed and hidden depths
That threaten to ensnare the legs
Of loveless bathers.
I know
You will keep me there
In the middle
With your warm wide circles
That could be arms
Or could be smiles
Or could just be.
And
Mine, is the heart that beats
At the centre of it all as
We dance and are
Spun and polished
Going dizzy as we go to that place
Where we can
Be the sunlight flashing on the water and
On soft silver skin
And span, sun spangled out,
Together.