Mallorn

Gavin Meggs

• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Year: 2021
• ISBN:
  9781398406971
• Topic: Letteratura
• Subtopic: Poesia

FROM THE PIERCING OF THE NUT AS ITS SEEDLING FIRST REACHES OUT TO FEEL, TO THE ACHING BOUGHS OF THE MATURE MALLORN. WE SEE LIFE IN ALL ITS FORMS. AND LIFE SEES US.
Affected by the breeze and passing strangers in our youth, turning our face to the sun in our teens. We find our poise as we reach adulthood and lay down the roots that establish our being. It is here that we gather our wealths. Knowledge assimilated from passers-by, health from the sustenance of soil and rain, wealth from our offspring as we delight in their well-being. Honour from existing.
It is in ageing that we grow, not the other way round; by ageing together that we grow together; by learning the beauties that we each possess that we transition from tolerance through gratitude to love.
The kind of love that is deep rooted, that blossoms into beautiful golden foliage each spring. The kind of love that not only defines each moment, it defines our lives – as we turn over leaf, after leaf, after leaf and find each other.

These Accidents of Faith and Nature

Round we go in circles

Does it have to be this hard

Minaret

Aboard a flight to Istanbul

Close in all but skin

I want to open my heart to you

And invite your goodness in

To feel your flavour in my veins

Your warmth beneath my flesh

For our worlds of experiences

To form one holistic mesh

For more and more I want you close

To dream that common dream

To exist under the same skies

To flow in the same stream

A future full of loveliness

Of wicked and wholesome nights

Of mornings and gentle awakenings

Unrepeatable, unforgettable sights

Caresses and wriggles that can only be felt

Aromas that develop in the mist

Racing pulses that climax together

Breathless thankyous as we kiss

Let this arousal last my love

Taste me slowly as you devour

These are our moments of togetherness hon

These are our finest hours.

The Formation of a Teardrop

It starts from somewhere deep within

And often rises slow

The substance of which it is formed

Within us all must grow

The feeling like an ache

But also like a sore

Tender in its caress

In its most basic form, raw

A welling up of emotion

Assuming the shape of a pearl

The thoughts that give rise to it

Somehow wanting to unfurl

As if by exorcising the hurt

Through the excretion of this gem

We can take our unexplainable furies

And simply let go of them.

İstiklal Avenue

Alone, and walking, in search of self

Feeling the grind of life within

The smell of lemons fills the air

And I am taken in

Beyond the streets which surround me

Through the maze of ourselves

To where I see the heart of you

A precious, delicate, pearl

You are lying amidst the finery

Of bedclothes and family love

But there is an air of an ache around you

Which I cannot ease

I see a knowing in the face of the elderly

Too much pain in the faces of the young

Sweet love in held hands of the tourists

A waning moon, that looks tired of it all

The pul...

Table of contents

• About the Author
• Foreword
• Bis
• Je Toujours Ai Su
• Into the Dark
• Sunset over Scotland
• These Accidents of Faith and Nature