The Speechless Sing
Craig's essays, hymns and confusion
2022-03-04T00:41:17+00:00
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Ice Wind
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2022-03-04:3265575
2022-03-04T00:41:16+00:00
2022-02-12T00:35:00+00:00
Ice wind hits brutally, whipping rumour around the Beacon;...
<img src="https://size.blogspirit.net/blogspirit.com/speechless/600/media/01/02/1361596689.jpg" alt=""/><p><strong><span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000;">Ice wind</span></strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">hits brutally, whipping rumour around the Beacon;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">across the eastern plain, grey cloud smothers debate.</span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">Blessed are you who weep now,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;"> for you will laugh.</span></em></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">Collar up, scarfs tight, thermal beanie pulled hard down,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">glancing East and South; caught between two ill-winds.</span></p><p> </p><p><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">Woe to you who are mocking now,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;"> for you will mourn and weep.</span></em></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">On the borders, white noise whispers chilled warnings;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">to the north, numb blue lips discuss choked silence. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">12.2.22</span></p><p> </p><p>©<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> Craig Muir 2022</span></p><p><span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</span></p>
Craig Muir
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Predator
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2022-03-04:3265574
2022-03-04T00:35:18+00:00
2022-02-02T00:27:00+00:00
Predator I wait. Body still, eyes scanning timber...
<img src="https://size.blogspirit.net/blogspirit.com/speechless/600/media/01/02/1969613428.jpg" alt=""/><p><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000;">Predator</span></strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">I wait. Body still, eyes scanning</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">timber shaped onto meadow</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">across long shadows. Watching.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">Behind, bare trees merge in</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">to ochre, caramel, cinnamon.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">I wait. Body still, eyes scanning</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">until, with a flick, a lift, a sweeping</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">of long limbs; I shift down the line</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">across long shadows. Watching</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">the way neighbours gather to begin</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">a fresh survey of the butchers’ ground.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">I wait. Body still, eyes scanning</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">beyond sunlight steadily rising</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">as amber, saffron, yarrow beams</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">across long shadows. Watching.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">From the field beyond, a lonely figure</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">emerges oblivious to another presence.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">I wait. Body still, eyes scanning</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">across long shadows. Watching.</span></p><p><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">2.2.22</span></p><p> </p><p>©<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> Craig Muir 2022</span></p><p><span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</span></p>
Craig Muir
http://speechless.blogspirit.com/about.html
To Dad
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2022-03-04:3265573
2022-03-04T00:27:21+00:00
2022-01-27T00:10:00+00:00
To Dad Come over, we’ll memory-mine, catch the match,...
<img src="https://size.blogspirit.net/blogspirit.com/speechless/600/media/00/02/317498329.png" alt=""/><p><strong><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000;">To Dad</span></strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">Come over, we’ll memory-mine,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">catch the match, share plans</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">on researching our bloodline </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">and forget the vagaries of the mind;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">the failures, blanks, lost moments.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">Come over, we’ll memory-mine</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">like we did with Gran in seventy-nine</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">strange stories, we didn’t quite believe</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">for researching our bloodline.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">So often lives were intertwined</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">with romance, laughter, greed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">Come over, we’ll memory-mine</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">and catch where John Hogan declined</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">the truth and made it hard to give talks</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">on researching our bloodline. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">A dram of Auchentoshan will help </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">remember the taste of home. So, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">come over. We’ll memory-mine, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">catch the match, research bloodline.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">27.1.22</span></p><p>©<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> Craig Muir 2022</span></p><p><span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</span></p><p> </p><p><br style="color: #000000;" /><br style="color: #000000;" /></p>
Craig Muir
http://speechless.blogspirit.com/about.html
@60
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2022-03-04:3265572
2022-03-04T00:10:28+00:00
2022-01-21T00:04:00+00:00
@60 The first complaint is from the arch to the big toe, a...
<img src="https://size.blogspirit.net/blogspirit.com/speechless/600/media/00/01/26208162.jpg" alt=""/><p><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000;">@60</span></strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">The first complaint is from the arch to the big toe, a dull </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">mumble that awakens calf muscles not yet ready to rise. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">The lower back is next; a right jab, then a left, but bladder </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">is insistent, “Move, move, move!” Together they roll sideways, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">wobble upright (knee clicking) and stumble, stagger across </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">the floor. Piss flows; lungs croak a reminder that a spray </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">will ease asthma later. For the moment the tourettes tic</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">tiredness monitor rests. And the eyes can’t read any of this.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">Yet, at this age it’s not too bad. Developed more for comfort </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">than 5k splits, we can stride across the miles, or labour</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">in solid bursts of energy. We can laugh, gameplay, throw out ideas</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">that look to the future, compete with quick quizzers, wrestle</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">a wordle, and wonder at the complexity of life. And still, her body</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">snuggles into mine, curves shaped perfectly for one another. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">21.1.22</span></p><p> </p><p>©<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> Craig Muir 2022</span></p><p><span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</span></p>
Craig Muir
http://speechless.blogspirit.com/about.html
1 2 1
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2022-03-04:3265571
2022-03-04T00:27:01+00:00
2022-01-12T23:57:00+00:00
1 2 1 10.1.22 Well worn path, where each...
<img src="https://size.blogspirit.net/blogspirit.com/speechless/600/media/01/00/683153846.jpg" alt=""/><p><span style="font-size: 16.657947540283203pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;"><strong>1 2 1</strong> </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">10.1.22 </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">Well worn path, where each boot has left its mark in the mud. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">The weekend rain has gathered </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">and pilgrims are faced with slosh or squelch. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">11.1.22 </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">Damp, overcast, not yet dawn. The track that was thought </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">to be there is lost in time. Stalled trampers peer </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">into the undergrowth looking for deviation or diversion. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">12.1.22 </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">A frosty welcome amplifies each distinct blade; </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">creating crunch under every footstep. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 11.758551597595215pt; font-family: Arial; color: #454545; font-weight: 400;">The dark clay remains preformed, unreformable. </span></p><p> </p><p>©<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> Craig Muir 2022</span></p><p><span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</span></p><p><br style="color: #000000;" /><br style="color: #000000;" /></p>
Craig Muir
http://speechless.blogspirit.com/about.html
1.1.22
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2022-03-03:3265570
2022-03-03T23:53:52+00:00
2022-01-01T23:45:00+00:00
1.1.22 new-year new-hoose new-trails...
<img src="https://size.blogspirit.net/blogspirit.com/speechless/600/media/01/00/3954176250.JPG" alt=""/><p><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000;">1.1.22</span></strong></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-year</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-hoose</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-trails</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-trials</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new places to lose four bunches of keys</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-rooms</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-desk</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-drafts</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-craft</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new places to partake in slow afternoon tea</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-plants</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-rhythm</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-moments</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new hills inviting long muddy phrases to run wild and free</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-sparks</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-names</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-friendships</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-mindslips</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new rivers of unaccountable lies</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-hopes</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-plans</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-stumbles</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-ends</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new maybe’s, ifs and perhaps</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-questions</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-shoes </span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new unsustainable views</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-pondering the where’s and the why</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-packing</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-longing</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new unrecognising the fear that holds us firm</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-circles</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-cycles</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new cultural-horizons</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new quivers to hold auld lang sine</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-glances</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new-scents</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">nuisance</span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; color: #000000; font-weight: 400;">new lines to greet the clamour of bells.</span></p><p> </p><p>©<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> Craig Muir 2022</span></p><p><span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</span></p>
Craig Muir
http://speechless.blogspirit.com/about.html
Striding
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2020-07-11:3152114
2020-07-11T11:43:09+01:00
2020-07-11T11:43:09+01:00
Three boys, brothers by their gaze and gait; the taller two...
<p>Three boys, brothers<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>by their gaze and gait;</p><p>the taller two steps<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>ahead. The smaller<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>messing with stuffed</p><p>pockets half runs<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>to keep up.</p><p> </p><p>Did we walk that way?</p><p>Me strutting ahead</p><p>embarrassed by your</p><p>childishness, playing</p><p>it cool, almost a man.</p><p> </p><p>We walk together now,</p><p>measured pace.</p><p>Three men, brothers.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p> </p><p>©<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> Craig Muir 2019</span></p><p><span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</span></p>
Craig Muir
http://speechless.blogspirit.com/about.html
Wordhoard
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2020-07-11:3152113
2020-07-11T11:35:35+01:00
2020-07-11T11:35:35+01:00
Wordhoard Words matter. The ones we use and...
<p><strong>Wordhoard</strong></p><p> </p><p>Words matter.</p><p>The ones we use<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>and those we discarded.</p><p>The ones we blurt</p><p>and those that will never return.</p><p>The ones we hear<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>and those we disregard</p><p>The ones we splutter</p><p>furious, tearful, uncertain.</p><p> </p><p>That word matters.</p><p>The one that closes,</p><p>and this re-imagined.</p><p>The one that dies</p><p>and these that stop us in our tracks. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>The one that heals</p><p>and this that gives blessing.</p><p>The one that opens</p><p>wisdom, debate, ifs and perhaps.</p><p> </p><p>Words live on.</p><p>The ones broken,</p><p>and those we remember</p><p>The ones revised</p><p>and those we hold untenable.</p><p>The ones ungagged</p><p>and those we will always bear.</p><p>The ones exploded</p><p>unheard and intersectional.</p><p> </p><p>Each word matters.</p><p>Coddle - breast - wean - nurture;</p><p>Paddle - stroke - somersaults with twist;</p><p>Regard - bless - treasure -<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>weigh.</p><p> </p><p>Craig Muir 2018</p><p><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</p>
Craig Muir
http://speechless.blogspirit.com/about.html
Scullery
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2020-07-11:3152112
2020-07-11T11:36:03+01:00
2020-07-11T11:28:00+01:00
They found it on the table when they woke up and it slithered onto the...
<p>They found it on the table when they woke up and it slithered onto the floor, along the skirting and into the scullery where it sniffed and sneezed whenever anyone approached it. Slowly, it spread from one corner to the other, lounging across the drainer and over the tiled floor.</p><p>On the first day they were intrigued, taking photos, posting pictures and probing friends as to its source and provenance - with limited success.</p><p>The next morning it was wrapped around the shelves, snarling whenever they tried to reach the washing-up liquid - the dishes were left undone. That afternoon it snapped when they looked to run a kettle - they went without coffee. That evening as they peeked around the door there was an aroma of aniseed, sweet alyssum, and Aunty Anne’s artichoke soup. They closed the door.</p><p>On the third day, it had gone - but so had the scullery. Where once there had been an opening, well used over the decades there was a finished, skimmed, painted stud wall and a large print of Molinari’s “Adam and Eve”. The old oak kitchen units were no more, and had been replaced with a modern fitted kitchen - only the table remained. They drank coffee, washed up and wondered what had disrupted their perfect existence.</p><p>From the outside there was a perfectly aged brick wall with anise, sweet alyssum and artichokes growing in abundance as if no scullery had ever been in existence. They tapped on walls, dug deep looking for foundations, searched out old photos seeking evidence that the house had once had a scullery - with no success.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>“How could this be?” they sniffed at one another as they harvested the aniseed to flavour their food.</p><p>“It lived here”, they sneezed. And squeezed out aniseed oil to create a congestion clearing aroma for the vaporiser.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p>“Believe us!” they snarled as former friends doubted their strange tale - even whilst enjoying the soup recipes they had now perfected</p><p>“Leave us!” they snapped at Molinari, “Take your easel, your paints and leave us to live as slaves no more.” So, he left them - lying naked in the clearing, they slithered onto the forest floor, along the roots and into the scullery</p><p> </p><p>Craig Muir 2018</p><p><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license"><img src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/88x31.png" alt="Creative Commons License" /></a><br />This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/uk/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 UK: England & Wales License</a>.</p>
Craig Muir
http://speechless.blogspirit.com/about.html
Backlog Poems
tag:speechless.blogspirit.com,2020-07-11:3152111
2020-07-11T11:19:46+01:00
2020-07-11T11:19:46+01:00
I've written a lot of poems & short stories over the last two years but...
<p>I've written a lot of poems & short stories over the last two years but not published them on here as I explored whether they were of interest to the many magazines that ask poets to make submissions. It seems they are not of interest elsewhere, yet still I find people encouraging me to make them available. I don't have the time to self-publish a pamphlet, so I will begin to make available on here. There is quite a backlog so I won't post them all in a rush. If you like any then please make use of them. If you don't, then continue to ignore! </p>