Tag: poetry

Unnoticed

Green and brown
Sliding by
Reaching out from
The sides
The edges
Not quite kept at bay
As I race along
Silver stone rivers
Glistening
From misty rain

It floats down
From on high
Like dewy shower curtains
Slick and sleek

I barely notice
Their beauty
Hidden in front
Of my half closed eyes
Mind on other things
Ignorant and blind
To the unfurling wonder
Of life

© AM Hunter 2014

Ode to Bob

Polished horn shining in sunlight
Glinting from beneath curls.
Evening draws near
And the sun sinks auburn on the horizon.
Smiling, a hand is raised,
Tracing swirls on skin,
Touch soft; anticipated; as yet unknown;
Tingling. The heart lifts,
Shining out brighter than the new dawn,
Brighter than noon.
Love trickles over all,
Covering everything;
Flooding every crack and crag.
You who have many names yet no name;
Ever resplendent;
You dazzle; enticing, enigmatic, mysterious.
You call, knowing I will always answer
Yet there is a fear that this once I will not.
I feel you cradle me in your arms;
Nurturing, protective; you embrace all.
I dance in your light;
A tree in your great forest
Content to sway my branches
In your gentle breath of life.

© A M Hunter 2012

Riding the Serpent

I feel its breath calling me
From beneath
Underneath
Soil, grass and dirt
Like a magnet it draws me close

It rises to meet up with me
I reach out
And feel it
Move, turn and sway
Feel the power that swells it

That one touch sparks something
Within me
I respond
Mind and body
Instinct and experience combine

The colours dance before me
Orange green
Black red white
Pulsing vibrant
A dancing map before my eyes

I pull from the stars and send
To the deep
Flushing all
Toxic blocks
Billowing and swirling away

Coiled becomes straight and the blocks
Become pure
Red to green
Black to white
Absorbed into the intensity building

And then comes that final rhythmic pulse
As all moves
Falls away
Becomes still
And the serpent once so awake rests again

Stonehenge 2010
Stonehenge 2010

© A M Hunter 2014

A dance on names

Strange
How your name
Has always tripped
My tongue;
Beginning alright
But faltering
Blurring
Fudging the end.
And then
Without warning
Accidentally
I see;
It all makes sense
And your name
Once fragmented
Is whole;
And in that wholeness
Is revealed
More mystery
Than before, when it
Lay
Splintered.
Your name
You were hesitant
To reveal
As my learning it
Was not to be taken
Lightly.
My name
I gave freely
Not understanding
That it was not the name
You sought.
I did not
Understand
As I do now
How important
Name
Can be;
The power in
The sound
The depths they
Enable
You to reach.
In learning yours
I discovered
Something new
Something wonderful
About my own.
As I learn yours
I want you to learn mine.
In the blending
Of our names
We share a
Merging
Of our souls
Of our hearts;
I no longer need
To reach
For you are here
Part of me
One
Infinite
Resplendent
Sound.

© A M Hunter 2014

Grandfather Stone

Grandfather Stone

Holding me up when I walk

I ask you to support me

And you do

Every time

In the wind

With a storm coming

I walk across you

Thin line of slate

To the point

I know you will hold me

And you do

I am not afraid

Of slipping and falling

Into the sea

The wind whips across me

My hands trace

Your gnarled surface

I ask for a stone

To remember you by

Your voice is crotchety

Like a grumpy, whiskered gnome

Yet you agree

Allow me this gift

Reluctantly

I stand, my talisman

In hand

Keeping me strong

And firm as I return

Before the storm hits

I smile in awe

Of your existence

Your strength

Your willingness to

Give and support

I lay my hands against

Your craggy surface

I feel your heart beat

I see rivers of fire

Forming, breaking and reforming

I see colours

And shapes and feel

My roots sink deep into you

Part of you as you are part of me

I honour and thank you

Blessed Grandfather Stone.
© A M Hunter 2014