Copyright all Text and Images J.A. Hindle 2008
Poems with Oliver Tate, 1997-2000.
Illustrations by Laura Joy.
Nine Miles - jh
Where the Lambourn Downs
rolled down to meet the Lambourn
and Kennet rivers,
a river of steel will now run,
clawing the very hills apart.
For you who took
the leafy heart of Snelsmore
and toppled the towering beeches of Bagnor Lane;
for you who never truly knew
Speenham Moor's moist tranquility
or the moon's kiss on Kennet camp,
are you still lapping up those easy words,
shovelling them down while casting blind eyes
to the habits of the ones who cooked them up?
Sit back, relax, there's nothing to be done.
Just crank your neck a little lower by another notch;
you'll find the world your building
fits you better if you stoop.
In ten year's time,
when Newbury's clocktower's clogged again
with the rising tide of tyres,
will they justify still
the levelling of a landscape
that took so many thousand years to form?
Closer Than Blood - ot
i breathe in
dust and memories
i breathe out sighs
their pictures gently speak to me
as i look into the eyes of my friends
from several years ago
they look back into my soul
and remember a younger
that lived out in the cold
we were so closes they mistook us for lovers
we were in a way closer than brothers
bound closer than blood
and stronger than years
a fellowship born in our sweat and tears
brightened by laughter
baptised by fire
i miss the warmth of your bodies
on a cold winters night i miss your sparkling
playfulness like sunlight
the part of me that
is you is missing
the part of me that is
you is missing