Strandbeests

White horses
Crash on the shore
As the sun melts
Upon the silver sand dunes

A corps de ballet
Of skeletal beests
Dance across the sand
Elongated legs
Tip toeing
Across the waters edge

Sea dragons flying high
Against the blistering blue
North Sea sky

The creator stands
Applauding his beests
Powered by the wind

Though as the climate begins
To change
Thier movements turn
More rapid and deranged

The beests flying away
Bodies flapping
Violently in the air
Crashing into the sea
Storms pounding their bones
Their habitat slowly erodes

Dragging his creatures
Frantically across the sand
He locks them away
In a beach hut
Under the stars

As night falls
He dreams of a day
The beests can scurry away
Roaming the coast alone
On their multiple feet
Dancing to the rhythm
Of his distant heart beat

Poem dedicated to Theo Jansen.

Architect of dreams

Arcane light

Across the windmill

Propels our thoughts

Across the North Sea

Architect of your dreams

Building worlds from scratch

From the seams

Diligently and patiently pixel by pixel

Brick by stone

Japanese blossom falls 

Down from the eyelids

As tears are shed like memories

Blotting like ink across the water

Volcano in the sky

Erupts shining light down

Through the clouds of ash below

For when the storm has past

And the air is clear

We can still feel your warmth and presence near.

Dedicated in loving memory of Erik Van Wace.

Reculver

Relics of the tower
Crumbling down
To smithereens
Upon a fallen architects 
Dreams

Skeleton structures
Impaling the land
As bats weave in and out
Of the ruins

The moon shines a spotlight 
Out onto the ocean 
Wind farms flash red in the dark

The silhouettes of the towers
Engulfed slowly by the mist
The Reculver disappearing
Like a memory
As landscapes begin to shift

Atomium

Atoms bounce

Like particles of memories

Melting away

Faces like neon stripes

Cars hurtling in motion

Through the night

Apples falling off trees

Newton’s law will ground us all

From spiralling up in our minds

Free of gravity and of time

There is a universe

Inside our minds

Where all our thoughts

Pass by like comets

Can coexist and collide

Poem dedicated to Thomas Van Hulle

Kelpies

Racing through my dreams
Silverene glistening from their seams
Solar panelled horns lock into the sky
The Kelpies rising high
 
Water raining down their scales
Raising bodies out of the loch
Then crashing back in
Horses that can gallop and can swim
 
Volcanic fires flicker from eyes
Red ambers burning inside
Charging forward with beams of light
As sun melts into night.

Hands of October

Summer breeze melts away

To reveal the autumn freeze

Faces anticipate

Down the glass corridor

Sliding away

Towards the light

Breaking the bulbs

Their butterfly brains

Flutter away

Into a sea of leaves

Colourful and stained

Worries buried underneath

Their glacial gaze.

Invisible Enemy

Spinster sparrow

Swings around the tree

Tall and spindly

Swaying on a spring breeze

Eyes flicker like rivers

Sparkling in the sun

Patients shiver

As nature’s work

Comes undone

 

Blue glow engulfs the room

As spirits leave their shells far too soon

 

Police patrol with a glare

As the invisible enemy dances around us

Freely in the air.

 

 

Poem by Jeremy Warder 2020

The Painter

 

Under the mirrored hall

Champagne sparkles like rain

Wolves eyes entice

Melting the sheep’s hearts like ice

 

Staring out to the city

Smoke escapes the painter’s mouth

Snow falls like confetti

From the skyscrapers above

 

Colourful darts explode onto his canvas

Slashing away memories

With the knife of his paint brush

 

Tearing out of his painting

The bird breaks away

Flying above monochrome skies and icy lakes

To shine in it’s truth

For the rest of it’s days.

 

Bird1

Painting by Robert Ioan. Poem by Jeremy Warder 2019.

Octopus

Octopus2

Octopus scrambles on top of the rocks

Under the icicles of the moon

Ink clouds the sky

As oceans run dry

Volcanic eyes

Lurking in the dark

Piercing it’s tentacles

Like a harpoon through the heart

 

 

Illustration by Issy Veysey
Poem by Jeremy Warder 2019

Carnation revolution

Ivory bone
Cast into instrument
Staring alone at the stars
Upon a scrapheap of cars

Carnations stuffed in rifles
Rise out from the soils of blue
Soldiers eyes glimmering
With a reflective violet hue

Cabinets of curiosities
Leak with rust
Books nailed with skeleton shells
Explode into memories of dust