Another of fellow Dorset based poet CJ Harrington's pieces set to music

Check out his soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/c-j_harrington and website https://gate.sc/?url=https%3A%2F%2Fcjharrington.co.uk%2F&token=19a002-1-1615131688735

THE RAVEN
The dark bird caws an aching creak, jarring
high in the branches of my twisted hazel

Light drips thickly - like warm blood or hot metal -
from the anvil angles of its beak, cuts short
breeze, divides still water, and settles
deep in the silence of the little pond beneath

It is not the tawdry light of the mind
where still limbs, still torso, still breath pull close -
become justified - where truth is vulnerable to age

Nor is it the light of secret gardens, of mists
unsettling and godless clarity eclipsing everything

An illusive bat mapping shady new worlds
by shriek and wail.  The old owl's careful murders
These fears swoop in the cool of night

But this raven comes with the light.  Hopping and strutting
Gently tip tap tapping.  Its black glint encumbering
ornamental cherry trees, beach and oaks with ease

And it brings the white-hot light of fear.  The clarity of danger
The fat weight of doubt that lingers near
The crack in peace.  The spark of both death and change

The Raven (featuring the Poetry of CJ Harrington)

Rocks, Stones, Pebbles

Skewook [part 1]

Frontline

ganz g

Imagine you had to walk all the way there.

April's Long March

The Call Of The Whales

Electric Eel

The Power

A Mutwa

kinda funky - a bit 2021 meets the 60s lyric video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WySRs9v515E

Nothing better than having good musical chemistry with someone.
Didier on the instruments :) :)
Camo on the pipes :)
https://soundcloud.com/blindsessionproject

we go back to square 1, it's on us all and it's been said and done
we jump up to square 2, reciting promises, they're meant for you
we look to square 3, to break the monotony
we look down at square 4 and pick the pieces off the floor

can you see me, can you hear me, can you feel me, do you know what I'm sayin'
in the same time, in the same place
at the same time, in the same place

say there goes number 5 and all that jive
look to number 6, throw down those drum sticks
7, close your eyes and feel the light
well there goes 8 and then comes 9
9 is for cats, I don't have time for that
10, we hope to see you again, we don't have time for more
.....sorry 11

no time 4 11 - blind session 'n camo

Composer, multi-instrumentalist, improviser. Woodwind player in Monument Zero. Open for collaboration

Rocks, Stones, Pebbles

Dariusz Jackowski