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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
Painting by Robert Ioan. Poem by Jeremy Warder 2019.
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
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
