Modern Love

I wrote this poem in response to The Guardian’s Poem of the Week, – a poem which surprised me with its very modern style and attitude, despite having been written 150 years ago.  The commentary is enjoyable too, “it’s as if the scene bustled with ghosts from the future.”

Now modern lovers like to fill their houses

With character, reminders of the past

Period features and things built to last

Salvaged from those shipwrecked eras. We browse

Through toughened-glass windows of woodburners

And see ourselves reflecting, warm and smug

On planting natives and foolhardy shrubs

Reframing John Constables and Turners

Pleased we’ve unearthed such secrets.  Who else knew

Neutral tones and a glass of Chilean red

Could hide disappointment and thoughts unsaid?

We have mint and thyme where daffodils grew.

The truth is revealed on luminous screens

“Ah, love dies, but wood floors are bound to last

And wine spillages can be mopped up fast!”

You and me shiver now in other dreams.

Rain, Steam, and Speed

Turner is painting the sky tonight
Shining the dark and blacking the bright
Sunning the clouds and shrouding the beams
Sleeping the day and waking the dreams
Roaring the past, stunning the here
Closing the future, distancing near
Raining the sun, clouding the sight
Stilling the engine, speeding the light
Turner is painting the sky tonight
Turner is painting the sky tonight