How to Recognise the Stars

How do? I had a poem shortlisted in this year’s Live Canon poetry competition. As in previous years, the shortlisted poems were performed by LC’s actors. Leon Scott memorised mine and it was filmed a few days later. He really brings it to life, performing it with great openness, heart, and soul.

The poem is printed in the competition anthology, which you can buy on Amazon or order from Live Canon directly.

Storm

The storm came today.
I waited in the garden for it.
Wind rumbled around the house
talking through the gate, the fence,

the bamboo chimes we bought,
banging against their separateness:
nothing more than the ghost
of unreported rainfall in the air.

Pay attention, said the gate.
Do not be angry, said the fence.
This is what you came for, said the road.
You are a body, said the rain.

The wind chimes banged together
like thoughts.

River – dream poem fragment

Imagine stillness—

as when a river flows out

under low-glinting sun. A tear track

reflecting dusk, mirror white.

No water between its banks

only sky.

 

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Kindling

Stir the curry pot

warming on the stove

while passing to get wood.

Torch in hand, stars are familiar.

Arms full, into the warm.

Building the fire, small bits first,

a mite crawls on kindling.

Lift one piece out.

Everything’s already burning.

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Concentration

Breath hisses like a burning log.
The cracked black wood burns red,
smouldering in a deep iron heart.
Too much air, it flares and flickers out.
Too little, it starves and we get cold ash.
But when the grate is open well enough
it breathes hot and constant.
Sometimes a blister, a spark, a crack.
Mostly nothing but silent, black heat
warming the room without display or cease.