No 67 Europa Poets' Gazette November 2009

Sonnet 24
I floated, skipped and danced among the throng,
Like a child’s anticipation of a joy;
Righting all around me that was wrong
And touching the world as if it were a toy.
Come see me walk on water through the night,
Then float across the universe on stars
And pluck the flowers of the sun’s delight
To hear the songs of paper-blue guitars
Where highs and lows touch as a lover’s tease
And Earth is just a fluffy ball of foam
Among the blues of other stars’ release,
The secret breathing of the dying stone.
Come to my ship and let us sail away
Towards that neverland where we shall play.
© Joe Lake






New Day
The sky spreads wide across farewells,
And the sun smiles,
No matter where the end hides,
Rain dances on distant pastures
against renewing, banked clouds,
Birds, joyous, sing
above mountain ocean waves,
Chorus resonating in the long still,
And air is sweet and calm, and angry,
Brushing atop trees in all lands;
The gap is close and a sparkle
breaches every new day.
© Michael Garrad October 2009