Saturday, January 7, 2012

New Poem - Unpublished - for 2013 collection

I have been listening silently
to the language of spirit

to a connection with this place
I chose to live and practice

It echoes deep within me
like ripples from a primal ocean

I forgot exists,
A wave set moving in darkness

by a pebble of Grace
acquired through stillness

that I might record through verse
the ordinary miracles

that surround us here
to hold gently to this

moment by moment awakening:

This is the place I belong

Body and soul
Atom upon atom
I belong as the falcon
I belong as the rocks
I belong as the mountains
I belong as the ocean:

Inner and outer have merged in marriage
My poems are our wedding song.

March 2009
Copyright Mark F chaddock

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

‘Where are you going?’ I ask
‘I just told you‘, she answers,
‘Half an hour ago’

I was reading her a Gary Snyder poem

‘ - the wideness, the
Foolish loving spaces

Full of heart.

Walking on walking,
Under foot earth turns

Streams and mountains never stay the same’


The door opens:

Light floods in mountains sea
Smell of rain
Conversation of flooded river

Then it closes again
And all that remains is an empty black chair
A woodstove fire

A washing machine on spin cycle.

Now she waters scarlet geraniums
With a faded
yellow
Long-spouted

plastic watering can

Carefully
On the bright silver
aluminium draining board

All grace curving arms
Soft light on sensuous neck

And tells me, ‘Your coffee is made’.

2/11/2011
copyright Mark F Chaddock 2011

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

INTO THE LIGHT


'Into The Light' is an autobiographical poem from one of my forthcoming books that condenses four early chapbooks - 'We Are Islanders - Selected early poems'. I was Winter mountain-walking in the English Lake District (over 20 years ago now) when I slipped and fractured my rt. tibia and fibula and was put in a bit of a life-threatening situation. However, one step at a time, I managed to limp off over a few hours using my ice-axe as a double-handed crutch. I wrote an article that was published in 'The Great Outdoors' magazine titled 'The Yorkshireman'. The Yorkshire man I met on the day will have to wait for another day's story, I#m afraid. I hope you enjoy the poem


Into The Light


And he walked
the high ridges
on the snowy roof of the world
dissolving in
and out of spindrift
when Winter storms ripped
sky opening doors to the Otherworld.

And I
walked with him -
a tightrope between
life and death
as we trod the high
whiteout places where
land and sky and air are one.

And when he left
I fell from the rope
crossed over to a place
of no shadows
a broken doll lay
snowbound
watching the shining
lakes down valleys,
felt that I might drift
to sleep forever.

And the Otherworld snow-walker hid,
I felt him
hiding in his half-reality
felt him treading
the light-blazed heights
half-in, half-out of existence
escaping ever upwards
into the Light.

Until I turned back in my pursuit
travelled miles over snowy peaks
back from the edge
the rim of the world
the door's slam blasting me back
back to Blencathra's storm-fast heights,
lay with fractures in Winter sunlight.

Until the whole of existence
became darkness and pain again.


Copyright Mark F Chaddock 2003