I am shade
Bones are cliffs
Blood is liquid cream clay
Flesh blooms on a fertile soil
In uncovered shadow
It shapes with mist, mud and naked trees
Dissolving in tenderness and movement
I crave tenderness of a cloud
I crave whiteness of a movement
I crave, I crave!
And bury that craving in softness
It's as though you are out at sea
And I am bound to those cliffs
Staring out, hoping
Waiting for you to return to me
- Jay M
October 22nd, 2020
I used to run across the Moherian cliffs
And jump to catch the first sunlight nether wisps
As they twinkled like dawning fireflies shone
In the jar of a hopeful wish
For as just as in your hand there mine own exists
A long day,
A winding valley,
Between two ancient cliffs.
A song of a sparrow breathes through the air.
A lone traveler,
Along the dusty road,
Formed by man's sweat, blood, and bone.
Living on until it fades.
Nothing in this lonely place,
Will survive the plague of time.
For in each long lost memory,
Everything will die.
The sparrow song stops, stilled by death,
The winding valley loses its shape.
The two towering peaks tumble into weeds,
And what is becomes what was.
and she calls out his name
only her echo resonates between the cliffs
the whistling wind blows from all directions
at this moment the violent sea is agitated
the waves break on the cliffs
these cliffs again these cliffs
death is downstairs
she is out of breath now
he is also out of breath but in
he is with his mistress
in the wooden house with the warm fire
when the rain hits the island
and the thunder is out of control
There are highways on the cliff tops
On the short grass amongst the bog pools
Made by rainwater and salt sea spray
Much used they run through
Crowberry and low grown heather
A world wide web of lines
Picking our the dry ground
The high ground by a hares breath
Flattened by the passing of pounding paws
and jumping off cliffs
hoping something will protect you
from the pain deep within
and anger from the world
finding others to blame
when it’s only your fault