Poems by Rupert M. Loydell
THE SECRET LIFE OF THE SKY
Even on the darkest night the moon is around
in the land of unintentional melodrama and love,
a dramatic monologue waiting to soon happen.
Star's secret light slips into the room through the blinds,
paper textures stand out: tones of beige and bone
briefly appear, synthesized out of air's worn edges.
A woman on the other side of the mountains and you
before the glacier. Gold and silver clouds in the flowing
water, darkness in the soil. A single frog visits our pond,
unaware how many colours are in tonight's painted sky.
THE SECRET LIFE OF THUNDER
A sailboat in a tiny pond.
The temperature of water.
Away from lightning's flash,
my life is lived outdoors,
a tall and neon privilege
lost in a strange country.
Between storm's shout and silence,
a temporary moment of closure,
a new form of accommodation.
I am returning home to die.
THE SECRET LIFE OF POLEMIC
An unending stream of deceptive signals,
opinion spluttering like a coffee machine.
You could call it compulsion or vitriol,
a personal crusade or an ongoing debate.
I have spent a lot of time thinking
about argument and have concluded
the opposite is true. Where is meaning,
interpretation, evaluation and expression?
Whisper to preserve my secret: I am
well aware of my own world view.
THE SECRET LIFE OF MY FATHER
Model trains in boxes in the loft,
local history papers on his desk.
Photos of now-demolished buildings,
a foundation stone from the rubble.
Unreadable notes towards a book
full of not-to-be-forgotten facts.
That day is not yet here. The situation
has changed. My now long-gone father
has turned to tears and remembering,
an awkwardly choreographed embrace.
© Rupert M Loydell, 2007
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