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Ray Templeton

Positively Cowslips

I read that in one
of the Central Asian languages,
they use the names
of wild flowers to express
abstract emotions, but
although I walk the fields
for hours I’ve never found
the one for when
I look across the room
at what is no longer there.

Ray Templeton might have had a career too rich in incident and achievement to be summed up in one sentence, but he didn’t.

Ray Templeton

The Wait

He wakes in the night,
the bed half-cold,
and moves to shift
the bare facts,
coughs to unmake
the space in the room,
stretches to fill
the house,
still sharp, still broken
when outside, the sun
lifts into the branches.

Ray Templeton writes poetry, prose and songs and sometimes the same words end up in all three.

Ray Templeton

So Near

In almost a blizzard
I break into almost a run,
skittering on the almost frozen pavement,

and when I’m almost there,
I see the skin of powdery white
that almost coats the window glass,

with a finger trace of letters,
that I can almost read.

Ray Templeton has been writing poetry since he was a schoolboy, and is confident that he’ll get the hang of it any day now.

Ray Templeton

Cut-outs

With paper and scissors
I formed the shape
of a human being,
but it wouldn’t tell me
what I needed to do,
and when it finally did speak,
it told only of long nights
without a moon, of rivers
with no reflections
and plants that grew to bud
but never flowered.

Ray Templeton is a European.

Ray Templeton

The Truth

We don’t go because
he hates the clowns,
I heard my mother say,
missing the point
completely, for
the truth was I knew
it was the clowns
who hated me.

Ray Templeton is a writer and musician who was born and grew up in Scotland, stayed briefly in Wales, then moved to the south of England where he has lived ever since, married to an Irishwoman.

Ray Templeton

Schuillin

Ye’ll haetae scrieve in Ingles,
quo the dominie,
gin ye wiss tae fang
the wicht o’ the eild,
fir there’s nae wird i’ th’Erse
fir Zeitgeist.

Education

You’ll have to write in English,
said my teacher,
if you want to capture
the spirit of the age,
because there’s no word in Scots
for Zeitgeist.

Ray Templeton is a writer and musician who was born and grew up in Scotland, stayed briefly in Wales, then moved to the south of England where he has lived ever since, married to an Irishwoman.

Ray Templeton

A Short

Rain shakes out of the wind
whipping grit and grass,
slicing trees in slow-motion
monochrome that cuts to
a long shot overhead
of the dog running,
raking snow-patches on the path
curling out of sight on the hill,
as shouts sound off to one side, fading.

From a Siege Journal

The only way in and out
was across the frozen lake
but word slipped back, of laden trucks
that cracked the ice and dropped,
slow images, replayed in grainy dreams:
a freight of flour or seeds or children,
drifted and sinking, gone to the silt,
stones and swaying weeds.

 


Ray Templeton
is a writer and musician who was born and grew up in Scotland, lived briefly 
in Wales, then moved to the south of England where he has lived ever since, married to an  Irishwoman.