Kite Hovering

Oh timid bird

Do find the courage

To settle with me

 

Julie Florida

Julie Florida stood in an autumn field

Watching the leaves fall from the central trees

A bleak flat west wind chilled her visit

So she began to collect flints and gave them to the migrating birds

As she waited for the day to fold to into the night that she longed for

 

Rage of Ophelia

Like an orphan lost you found yourself

Lost in the deep northern seas

This greatly saddened you

And in your despair

You faded into the rage of your own destruction

 

Welcome to the Ice Cells

There are no doors trapping you

But you will never escape

As the whiteness of the angels wings

Will blind you without thought

 

Revolution (Fragments)

The people are in a rage

This is not an illusion

I applaud the workers who execute their bosses

Against their executive cars

With sten guns created on the factory floor

Take to the streets my friends

Show your displeasure

Build barricades with furniture from the finest stores

You will be hunted by the cops and sycophants

Who will squeeze your balls

But do not worry as the bullets from your perfumed guns

Will rip their black hearts apart

The people are in a rage

This is not an illusion

They are starving and losing their homes

Nobody cares

Take aim and remove the malignancy that opposes you

This is the will of people

Keep your doors locked and your fingers on the sweaty triggers

Even when you sleep

Do not share your freedom dreams

Take off your shirts go to your cupboards

And encourage your brothers and sisters

To break their hiding and join the fight

 

Stephen Masefield (1954-1973)

 

Red Sun (Poem of Ophelia)

You greet me with your crimson finery

But the grey clouds inhibit your display

Your beauty is hidden from me

But I feel your warmth