The Picture Rail

A crow takes to air/waves,

the world appears dark in certain  iviews,

Feathers break away, are then

transmitted by deed or greed.

Do prayer flags still fly outside our

houses?

Yes we have opened wide, lifted our skies,

framed doors and windows outside in

with fish leaping

over the moon and the picture rail and

rant within.

Howzat! Howzat!

Over and over we shadow box dreams,

shape our shores

over and over,

we draw wings on wish bones.

Mountains smouldering send wind

whipped smoke

which reddens our beautiful sunsets back

home,

We mix landscapes, turn back to back as

tinkers/ tailors,

small bands of hand held miracle dealers

this land’s felted heart follows on from

hope,

in a century that still paces fair enough …

The Picture Rail

A crow takes to air/waves,

the world appears dark in certain iviews,

Feathers break away, are then

transmitted by deed or greed.

Do prayer flags still fly outside our

houses?

Yes we have opened wide, lifted our skies,

framed doors and windows outside in

with fish leaping

over the moon        and the picture rail and rant within.

Howzat!        Howzat!

Over and over we shadow box dreams,

shape our shores

over and over,

we draw wings on wish bones.

Mountains smouldering send wind

whipped smoke

which reddens our beautiful sunsets back

home,

We mix landscapes, turn back to back as tinkers/ tailors,

small bands of hand held miracle dealers

this land’s felted heart follows on from

hope,

in a century that still paces fair enough …