If the fetch of death
Should come before
I see you neighbour,
Breaching in the pacific vast,
Forgive me, for in my
Book of Wonders
I once read that a man
Could stand upright
In the tunnel of your veins.
If only we had not stood straight at all
Then the best of nature would ever hear
Whale to whale across
The great, unsullied , ocean , softly call.
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When you look at the sky And see absolutely nothing, God’s a bit like that. Gradually you make out Birds gliding high above, Seeing the world as it is Not,
A Good Life I am now older Than the breeze Coming in from The Sea of Galilee My legs root me here To the ground beneath The reed roofed, porch.
On Establishing What Death Means to Cats This is our cat, all collected up, Cushion plump, on the Silver Salver given to My grandfather on his marriage, To ‘the iron
The walls stooped Under the weight of age. Windows frowned From gables Out towards Wicked, old, Cleeve hill. At the front, a cote, Devoid of dove and egg, Stood sentry
Bernard lives in Oswestry, UK. He is published in around one hundred journals and magazines worldwide. He is also a spoken-word performer, finalist in both the John Tripp Spoken Word Competition and The All Wales Comic Verse Competition. Plus a biographer and prize-winning short story writer. His work has appeared in many publications. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize (an international competition in Poetry) for his poem ‘Manor Farm’ and his first novel ‘Where the Willows End‘ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. His second novel is due out in 2022.