This was the night when the heart was broken, When stars collided and fell into gardens, Fell into dark streets and lamplit highways, Into houses with slammed doors and rooms Full of emptiness, Where shadows walked in perfect safety, With no-one there to tread on them.
Outside, the yellow light from the tall street lamp Threw gold over the green bushes and leaves, Over the leaves dripping greenness into the darkness. And search as you might, No spilt blood could be found on the ground. Spilt only in the heart of the discontinued Lover.
Who whispered and sighed, Lamented and cried, At how suddenly everything was lost and broken. Perfectly willing to grieve for ever. Wake up! Look at the calendar. Your play day will soon be over. Madness to waste the eyes, the heart, that willing body, For what is now a shimmering chimera.
Best to see how even the darkest leaf is etched with gold.
When there were goats in the paddock, the big one, and he was really big, was very aggressive. He bashed down our fence and stalked into the garden. When I tried to shoo him back onto the grass, he lowered his head, then started to rattle his feet at me. There was a lot more of him than of me so I backed carefully away. While he was there with his little company of goats, he went exactly where he pleased. I found him very scary. He’s the closest to the Great God Pan I have ever seen. Now we have a flock of sheep who follow anyone who comes to take a short cut. But they are absolutely non-aggresive, for which I am truly thankful!
GOAT IN THE MOONLIGHT
The big goat’s ghost is in the paddock, He must have forgotten to take it with him, For when I look out of the window at midnight, I see him stomping down the grass, Looking for trouble.
Smashing everything that stands in his way, Rearing up against the apple tree, Ripping the apples from the branches With huge brown teeth.
Just as I think of banging on the glass To scare him away, he sees me, His wicked eyes glinting in the moonlight, Full of hate, full of the desire to kill. Starting towards me, his great body moving As fast as a shadow blown in the wind.
I am deathly afraid.
Until the moonlight dissolves him, Turning the night back to normal. I wonder where he has gone, Knowing there is no comfort for me Until I know exactly Where he has found a place to hide.