meaning,
netted by words
landed by writing
Author: tyrrellknot
Island lines
Sun’s shard
cleaves
leaves
on boughs
shade
bows
–
boughs
bow to
bows
–
boughs
bowed
by leaves
to cleave
branch
and bar
warp
and weft
yard arm
sail
sewn
to set
sail
to Sunset
staining with shadow
staining a shade
staves shade from shards
shards the staves make
stains of shades
piles of yarns
plied in braid
to bind and
tend
tense
in strength
coil
cord, line, string and twine
vines
spliced to sheets and halyards
in boatyards
of rope walk and cable length
to hoist
ascending
in company of coir chorus
laid
to rest at foot strand
shrouded
clockwise coiled at kink’s rest
braid on braid
kernmantled
in endless winds
bond and bind
cordage brigaded
five-year
whipped
’til deadspot’s curse
Isle tidewrack
from the becalmed azure
charge the shore lines
in bend
clinker-built and carvel both
fretted supporters on compartments green
timber and metal on colour ground
a potent patchwork
embattled
bent, quartered and crossing
the vert-mantled vessels
batoned and banded
like paths of desire
meandering the wreckage
like daddicky spillikins
dogwatching the nebully waves
corrugated custodians
shield
makings and memories
from violence and view
peephole portholes puncture
to tantalise
as
fertile footfalls
turn stony path to story
and art’s journeyman
reels meaning by the yard
door to door
Ardenchild
The common companions of reward and regret
seem to enrich and impoverish
in comparable measure.
My Narcissan impulse unsealed
by a veneer of responsibility and respect,
the ineffectual coatings of a living timber
cut
from a forest of time-nurtured confidence,
where age-rings capture the soot of clumsy shortfall and carelessness.
Compromise and denial whittle me
to a functional form
upon which others feast and celebrate.
Cherry-blossom bleedings
testify to wounds inflicted by a supple sapling
then too bent by deference
ever to bloom a canopy.