Jonathan Beale- Three Poems

Poem 1  

After…

From the painting - Ancient view of Yatsuhashil in Milkawa province

They come together upon a road between

To and from: but, for now –     

Found together here in Yatsuhashil. These

Random supports, slats, yet seeming

Unrationed: un-Euclidian, unpractical,

Yet able to travel – and is never straight.

Not designed by any historic why’s and wherefores’,

Among the acquiesced reflections.

The irises sit as beautiful young

Women – to be adored before their

Wedding and respectful union.

After the flowers time best caught

At the suns peak – before the cool

Autumns breeze passes’ them by, and away and away.  

Poem 2   

The garage (1929) Stanley Spencer

Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion  

Parkinson’s Law

The disorder of things

Is an absolute finite order.

The real subjects, the cars

Sit silently as holy cows.

This world needs perspective –

That’s dropped and lost as they cannot,

They cannot see the wood for the trees –

The maps lead no where

From a concrete point.

Among the scent of grease and chipped knuckles.

The 5.00pm chime never seems to come –

Tyres are as endless as the stars and cosmos’;

They are all too close to realise –

As their labours consume

Their lives, on their road to Narragonia

Their road to nowhere.  

Poem 3

Parents and children (2000) from the painting by Matthew Ritchie

The unwritten navigation from single points

Finding their way along and to.

…off in each and every direction

They are in their golden age. Of now!

Each cell an eternal ring

The faces of the ancestors – fractionally remain

stuck in its linear mode.