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Ash

Before I become
ash and smoke blown by the wind
I’ll make a great bonfire
I’ll blaze like a heathen king
a smouldering reek shall rise from me
you shan’t see me rot
but I’ll spring up when you
sprinkle my ashes in turbulent waters
sea birds shall cry for me
the surf will be my dirge.

Robert James Berry
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Dishevelled

His hair is silver-tousled
his beard like dried moss
he is ashamed for his children
to be so dishevelled a father.
If his scuffed shoes embarrass
his shorts are scandalous
holier than Swiss cheese.
He is breathless
he honours no God
he belches when he eats
itches in uncouth ways
that startle. But he can cook up
a tale to enchant children
and make them sing in the sun.

Robert James Berry
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Tropic

The sun set
a blazing ember
the dark was sudden
like gazing into a pool of ink.
The moon was skulking in the hills
I didn’t care
because a breeze rattled the hibiscus
and cicadas sang.
When the stars kindled like silver torches
the world was velvety, muggy
exile was sweet.

Robert James Berry
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Winter

Winter gnaws me
baleful season
all the stones are listening
to her schemes of ice
the clouds grow tall
thunder brews
but most if all I remember
a white moon is shining in the woods.

Robert James Berry
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Swans

The rain allures me
the hills are veiled
they have a dishevelled loveliness
brambles tremble
and fern drips
like solemn music.
I’ve a reverence for dun skies
a yearning for mists
there are black swans on the pool
they are long-necked, elegant as princesses
the clatter of their wings is mighty
among the water lilies.

Robert James Berry
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At Doune

We splashed along the stream
it was stony and brash
we bubbled like children
delighted to feel the water
invigorating our limbs.
When a kingfisher skated the river
we whooped
eels tickled our ankles
we were ebullient, happy.

Robert James Berry
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Rotten

Your heart was rotten
your mind festered
your body was gaunt
I looked under every pebble
for your love
it rankled to be short-changed.
I was devoured by your beauty
I was your dainty to play with
even the stars fainted before you.

Robert James Berry
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