Sometime in November I set myself the task of writing a haiku, or at least a short poem, each morning after meditation, and before breakfast. I managed it most mornings, and it was quite interesting to look through them again. They seemed to chart a declining mood towards the trough of December. (From my window … Read more
My room is silentKnocking round the house downstairsYour October cough Norman Lamont 7/11/07
A rainstick Takes its time To shower seedsAlong its spine I wish I’d givenAmple causeTo justifyIts warm applause All I did:Rotate its axisPity I can’t Apply the practice To all those peopleWho don’t knowHow cool I amHow great my show How wise my wordsHow slick my movesHow bright my stringsHow funk my grooves So I … Read more
Marc Bolan came to meWrapped in a magazineAnd I took up being 16. Mystics and wizardsMist and the spellsI couldn’t get the hang Just the cloaked figureWith his doll’s face Saved by his ringletsI was the acceptable face of curly hairPreviously a curse I caught him just liftingInto rock and rollWith an AOUW! and an … Read more
THE FAILED ASTRONOMER They named a star after me But that’s no constellation.
Time makes solid The bubbling earth Its hurlings frozen In black gestures Years of sleep bring The soft grass To calm the memory And bring little Ishbel, with her red cheeks To play in the shadows Of a catastrophe. © Norman Lamont 2005