Thursday, 14 February 2013

I have stopped using this blog

It is my hope and intention to publish a volume of poems annually from 2013 both in print and Kindle so I will no longer post poems on this site and will eventually get all the poems I choose to keep from this site onto one of my future publications.

My first volume of poems, For There is Hope, rewritten to become an extended epic poem, was published in December 2012 by the Glasgow firm Fleming Publications. It has been highly praised and is available from Amazon, Waterstones, W.H. Smith but for me and the publisher best to buy it directly from www.ettadunn.com

I hope you buy it, like it, and continue to follow my poetry in the years to come.

Thursday, 21 July 2011

Thin Man Reflection

Dylan's voice runs through my mind
several times a day, for weeks now

"Somethin is happnin
an you don't know what it is"

But I'm not
Feeling like Mr Jones
I'm sitting comfortably
in the maelstrom
of routine indecency

the worst are full of passionate intensity
the best are chilled out
wait until the war is over
when we're all a little older

we won't get fooled again.

Two False Treasures

Two great treasures I craved
one object of terror from whose every shadow I fled
I gained my two treasures
and found that within them
my worst terror reigned.
In horror, though I so wanted to cling to my treasures
I wrenched myself from them
abandoned them to rot in my mansion house
and sought refuge in a wooden hut
by the sea

Thursday, 2 September 2010

It says

It says
an eye for an eye

I see
a rubbish tip scoured with teeth
on Glasgow streets

everywhere
blind women starving
because they are made of meat
and greedy men mumbling
about Damascus and the road to blinding salvation

Saturday, 14 August 2010

Monkey At Large

Go alone and attract no attention
the meritorious will be rewarded
sixty ogres crowd around my table
seeking refuge in the Realm of Light

Tribunal in the Realm of Darkness
Hastily burn incense and tidy yourself
He'll give you no more trouble
But let me out, let me out.

If you bathe in ink you will turn blue
If you seek rain you will have your fill
Pull the plough and till the land
Behind the Zen Hall of the Treasure Wood.

It is time to repay the debt
Bow and depart in peace.

An Earthy Image (after Blake)

Desire has a human heartAnd Vibrancy a woman's face
Sensuous the female form Divine
And nudity the human dress

The human dress is forged red hot
The female form a fiery forge
The woman's face a furnace lit
The human heart is ripe to gorge.

Death of a magician

Merlin came like lightning into my life
into my garden
into my home
or nearly into my home

and crashed hopelessly
head lolling on a broken neck
when I found him on the patio floor

majestic thing, lumpen lifeless
the magic in his precious being
gone
I held him like my only child
and looked at his expressionless face

had only we met in earlier times
and shared some slender resource together
just the magician and I who admired him