1496

We climbed the hill

Turning to catch the glory

Of St Michael's Mount

Misted in the Bay.

Nothing for Wordsworth

Could have brought

More joy.

Brian Hick September 2015

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 1495

The Norman nave transmutes to noise

The bright baroque of Bach's pure lines,

With hazy vagueness in the vaults.

Where crystal clarity should shine

Trumpet trill with counterpoint

From sweet sopranos, sombre bass

These mangled melodies all melt

Into the basilisk's embrace.

Brian Hick September 2015

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 1494

On the horizon

Twilight's knife has slashed itself

A blood red sunset.

Brian Hick September 2015

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 1493

So many blue skies.

Yes, when it rains, it rains,

But in between -

So many blue skies.

After August's downpours

The endless squidgy days

Damp evenings and dull nights

At last in late September

So many blue skies.

On the beach this morning

Blade surfers ride the tide

Waves tumbling in a crystal haze

Of low sunlight;

So many blue skies.

Evening deepens

Into cobalt night

So many blue skies.

Brian Hick September 2015

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 1492

        Mahler 3

What God tells me.

          Why is

     God's music

  So much easier

Than God's word?

Brian Hick September 2015

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 1491

This is just between ourselves

Just for you and me

And if we want to write in rhyme

Well then, let it be;

For no one else will see the words

Which we put on this page

And nobody will know if we

Are high or in a rage

For this is our own time

Though others call it prayer

And go all holy on the world

As if they do not dare

Admit that it is easy

Listening to you each day

Easy soaking up your love

Letting you have your way

And all I have to do is be -

As best as I can -

Your hands and eyes, your thoughts, your words

To each woman and man;

For, while it's easy for us

To join in love like this

Others find it oh so hard

To accept the bliss

Which your stillness, like a dream,

Wakens in my heart

Till all that you created me

Is you in every part.

Brian Hick September 2015

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 1490

Deep night and a chilly fold

Lambs are bleating, ewes are cold

Shepherds shiver in the dark

Sparrow sleeping, silent lark

Before the coming dawn.

Frost is creeping through the night

Silvered by the stars' pale light;

Wolves slink silent to their kill

Under the shadow of the hill

Before the coming dawn.

Is that the day warming the sky

Gilding clouds as they drift by?

No, for the night is hardly through

And there are many hours to go

Before the coming dawn.

See, see the light is growing fast

And the shepherds stand aghast

For high above an Angel sings

Hovering on silvered wings

Before the coming dawn.

Peace he brings to men on earth

Singing of a saviour's birth

God's love to all since time begun

Now revealed in his Son

As in the coming dawn.

Then let us sing to near and far

Alleluia, alleluia

For Love has come to all today

As will the coming dawn.

But we are hungry, we are tired

Bring us out some hot mince pies;

We are thirsty, we need wine

Or we'll come back another time

Before the coming dawn.

Brian Hick September 2015

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