by Steve Tanham
I take a lot of photographs, and like to share the ones that move me the most. Looking back on these, there is a theme: they are, more often than not, a moment of natural beauty, defined by light on landscape, which could only be captured by camera or poem… so, here, for my less formal ‘Tuesday slot’, is picture and poem. Twin Guardians … Read More Ungrasped
by Steve Tanham
For fifty years I sought you Beneath an ashen tree And then at last I caught you Hiding behind me ➰ What jests your lips had whispered As I darted too and fro Till I lay down at the wayside With nowhere else to go ➰ Quiet, your fingers touched me Bidding stillness in their grace Made soft with love the journey By turning … Read More For fifty years I sought you…
by Steve Tanham
Just before time was sliced and diced So that the evenings could be darker You gathered up your colour And threw it in my face Laughing Until I laughed back… © Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
How beautifully you say goodbye When damp of cold affects the eye When rustle shuts off bustle’s hiss And says ‘so brief must be our kiss’ How beautifully you say goodbye… ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
Vast and swirling force, below How silently you flow round truth When hearts and minds let drift The shallow link of living life Between the tides of love and loathing ⦿ No fanfare; charge of war But grey and ancient mud, which Turning molten silver, deadly, Quicker than truth half-shaped Can lie its way to heaven ⦿ The visitor, swept beyond his depth Finds … Read More Quicksilver Tide
by Steve Tanham
Perhaps we are all wired With hidden volts so high they hiss With cables that endure- The filaments of gods Mapped, secretly, to only one ➰ Is the source touched, still? Their coded ringing telling this? Their presence in our sky So long established, that They are no longer seen ➰ Sing, shimmering wires Remember the exiles And bring back melodies And words to … Read More Wired and hissing
by Steve Tanham
⦿ This berry ball, September’s song Hangs boldly from the tree nearby Unseen, till now, its blood-red tone Displays the inner harvest of the sun And radiance of the soft, enduring sky ⦿ Its fragile fullness tells a tale Within this sphere new life responds With readiness to live, then die Red body hangs in space, an offered meal For bird who with the … Read More Blood Red Berry
by Steve Tanham
The artefact that calls, beyond its place Is known in other ways As though another race ➰ Its builders, bold and true To ancient lines Invisible Within our times ➰ Write upon the unfelt Eye of a duration Beyond Our concentration ➰ Responding eye is small In mute obeying Call To unknown destination. ➰ ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
Across the dappled grass I called you Unhurried in the evening glow To down your tools and stand before me In simple presence, freed of stone And learn the language of the slow ➰ No sadness that my solar fire Conceals the fade of life’s profusion Far more than this awaits the gaze That lifts the veil of summer’s end And sees beyond decay’s … Read More Christ of the Sunflower
by Steve Tanham
There is a particular science of Evil Which draws its ghostly blood From the bones of hatred. ⦿ Its moment is likened to a Ship Strangled with strange growth That fills the shapes of sailing ⦿ It has learned the helm of your Reactions And has a blunt denial that you Float on water ⦿ Laden with untruth Darkly smeared We lie in others’ … Read More A Particular Science
by Steve Tanham
➰ In the gold-washed glow on green Of July’s vivid evening blue I watch your spinning fall to earth ➰ Through softer air than day’s has been Your path to ground is freshly spoken The soil-drawn spiral just for you ➰ Entranced, enspelled, entwined My sight conceives of your conception In six seconds of descending grace ➰ Stephen Tanham is a director of … Read More Ash Samara
by Steve Tanham
⦿ Seize! There is no voice to this command It is the scream of nature’s green A rush of breath, a hushed intent And distant flowers on the wind Recall sweet Maytime’s yearning sigh Yet far as can from Winter’s bite The taunting laughter draws the eye ⦿ Take! Prepared or not! the vixen’s call It is the voice of passion’s lure It is … Read More Seize, take, remember
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