‘Elemental’ A sort of Suffolk piece



I need a poet she said

Like you can just pluck stars from the sky

And mix monsoons with cherry blossom.

Drowning in rainwater and petals

I grasp a beam of light and swing towards the





Clashes of the imagination

With big skies and sunrise

No surprise

In this place

Where tidal water meets fresh water feeling

At the edge of the hedge.



It’s a divide

Defined by concrete rings and things manufactured.

What we need is John Clare’s stare

Without the instability of incarceration,

The ability to wing it through the changes.

Wind and rain rearranges the border

Disorder at high tide.

The county is getting smaller by the year.

Here there is an illusion of permanence.

Grounded by the plough

Take off is harder than ever

Now airfields no longer mix propellers and plovers


And a lay for today keeps the homesickness at bay some say

But the sky defies definition

The sea’s on a mission

And the ground doesn’t even ask permission before it splits

This is it

Elemental and blue

As blue as

As green as

As yellow as

Purple haze on the highway

Desert burns on the skin

Bats in the belfry

The turmoil within.




As a youth I watched the ships dock and sail morning and night

Got seduced by the light’s reflections on the far side of the river

While my side snaked through the country to Wormingford and beyond


Disturbed only by boy entrants and fishermen.

I searched the shingle for clues

Sat on a wall where the road ended

And tidal waters flowed to the sea

And talked for hours to girls I wanted to explore the world with.

Traveling north

I lay on a mountainside and bathed in the midnight sun

Traveling south

I freewheeled down the Mini-Atlas

In an Austin A35

And wondered at the eagles circling below us

Traveling to edge of sanity as I knew it

I was taunted by the red hot earth’s centre as I walked on fresh set lava flows.

Now I travel with a new generation

And look up at fault lines

Dividing the Hill Country from the flatlands in Texas caverns.


Earth and water


Air and fire


So many carbon combinations


Colour me liquid and paint me into the cracks of the planet.


Colour me solid and fashion me into a stepping stone to tomorrow


Colour me gas and burn me in a lamp of my own making


I’m there for the taking

And always have been.

The peninsular knew that way back

When it kept me a river’s width from my dreams.

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