burning for justice

the weather, today

overcast, with a high chance

of riots and rain

 

dark clouds, gathering

tall towers and tipping points

enemies within

 

cities, simmering

angry hearts of righteous men

burning for justice

 

behind closed doors, committees

talk damage limitation

 

© Gail Foster 16th June 2017

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Easter Sunday; Devizes

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for John (Ted) Dexter

*

no cars on the road

all of the town sofa bound

food lulled and sleeping

walking home, a man

evensong’s slow gentle peace

on him like monks’ robes

old man and poet

meet in quiet communion

by the graveyard gate

souls of the same shade

in unspoken fellowship

watching the birds fly

on the bridge, silence

white blossom, silver water

Easter Sunday light

*

© Gail Foster 17th April 2017

The Souls of Spring’s Children

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*

softly, whispering

featherfalls on silent stone

winter, gravity

lost in the fog, birds

grieving morning voicelessly

remembering love

dead diamonds, ditches

glittering cold promises

fossil furrow froze

darkness, deepening

the womb and the grave hiding

secrets and shadows

in the ground, waiting

the souls of springs children sing

muffled lullabies

 *

© Gail Foster 2016

Journey to London, August 1st

Thoughts on Public Transport

 

 

Pewsey Hills

mist of Vale rising

unclothing hills of ivory

revealing glory

 

Wroughton

Over

Wrought

On

The

Bus

 

The Train Cuckoo

In the Reserved seats,

elsewhere by fate diverted,

invisible men;

weather, lover’s bed or grave?

What cares the cuckoo for why?

by Gail