Sycamore seeds

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Harlequin, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

Sycamore seeds

Through an open skylight
           sycamore seeds helicopter down
into my living space
           In Egyptian mythology
the sacred sycamore in which
           the goddess Hathor perched
when she created
           the irrepressible world

As children we’d gather these seeds
           and cast them high into the wind
and watch as they spiralled
           back to the ground
back to the earth
           from which they sprang

John Lyons

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The intelligence of trees

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Tree, John Lyons (oil on wood)

The intelligence of trees

Wallace refers to the intelligence of trees
the famed tree of knowledge is related
the thing that grows organically
and the metaphors that we may apply
the roots that reach so deep into the earth
the branches that reach constantly for the sky
the leaves that burst from buds in spring
that bring delight in the summer until
in the autumn they fall as all things fall
the rings of age that mark the wood
the gnarled bark of ancient specimens
the shade under which lovers lounge
the stillness of time until the wind rises

John Lyons

Early morning questions

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The cathedral of confusions, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

Early morning questions

What is love if not
           a place of kindness
a time and a place
           a disposition to care
one for another
           not a hard silent
inhospitable terrain
           or a sour tongue

Is it too much
           to ask for clarity of the heart
to cut through the myths
           and fantasies
how else shall we know
           the sheep from the wolves
There is virtue too in love
           that speaks only of the truth
seeks only to give of itself
           recognises the sanctity
of the kiss and the sacredness
           of the consensual bond

John Lyons

Down by the river

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Synapses, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

Say it
           it’s a glorious autumn day
to be sitting by the river
           at Erith with the tide out
and the mudflats revealed
           and in the distance
a white sailing boat
           leaning to starboard
and along the pier
           anglers are casting their flies
and children are playing
           on their scooters
a vast blue sky
           with white clouds
receding into the distance
           and though she is absent
and I miss her
           I still carry her in my heart
and I’m good and at peace
           and hope she is too

John Lyons

 

What will they say ?

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Black Hole

What will they say ?

What will they say of us :
that our days were numbered

that we counted our steps
in Oxford Cambridge Somerset Bath

and the minutes the hours the days
when love was so precious

and time was no impediment
They’ll say that we took much pleasure

together and saw and heard and did 
so much side by side that we seemed

inseparable until the bitter end

John Lyons

Blood thicker than water

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Hieroglyphs, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

Blood thicker than water

Blood thicker than
           the waters we crossed
to get to Shoreditch
           or to St Katharine’s Dock
past Traitor’s Gate
           along Kingsland Road
to eat at Vietnam
           duck on a platter
and mango salad
           the stuff of memories
and wondering now
           what it all meant
and why it was
           so soon forgotten
a mystery written
           in our dust

John Lyons

What will they say ?

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Birth of the Milky Way, John Lyons (oil on canvas)

What will they say ?

What will they say of us ?
that their days were numbered

that they counted their steps
in Paris Venice Berlin Budapest

and the minutes the hours the days
when love was so precious

and time was no impediment
They will say that much pleasure

was taken together and that so much
was seen and heard and done

side by side that they seemed
inseparable until the bitter end

John Lyons