Where Walks Both Beast And Angel

where walks both beast and angel

on Summers hair as pure as milk

with Winter walking side shift to the mouth

shoots south with faithfull heart with gravels' eye

with wounds as old as fox tail bites on a Spring lambs boot

a symphony of wind chimes gifts two flavours through the straw

as thumps both beast and angel chest

on  harbour lights too bright to darken sound;

from paradise to pulpit on a salt spoon

my ship with ballerena sails dancing with my spine

on seas of Swan two miles apart

feeding lanters decked with holly on a quay stone

home of heart and folly

drinking Jolly Sailors ale in Portsmouth Hoy

once dry as lizards tongue

now drunk as mourners surfing a limp sea;

where is home for the lime bones dead as sage?

with anchor dropped on steel of rushing tide

where walks both beast and angel

through the sinus of the cuckoo nesting late between my ears

between a harpoon and a whales gut toasting barnacles and brie

behind a masked intruders hunger cries

between sods earth and the clouds that course the movement of the sun

as I journey through one century a Rasputin of the sea;