Wild Muses
Smooch you with long lips ~ Like you’re all I’ve got ~ Tender as ribbons that cross in a knot ~ Smooch you with lashes ~ That flare like a gun ~ Blinking as daisies, flash in the sun ~ Smooch in the meadow ~ Near the estuary’s bend ~ Smooch you like the sweet drops... Continue Reading →
Sometimes.... it takes a nuzzle to set a seed~ free~ a finch with a pincer~ to clip the wing’s string~ you have your charms~ but I’m like the thistle~ Kissed by a beak, likely to~ slip~ in the down of a feather~ fleeing the finch like a wish
Looking to treat a dreary tune?~ You’ll find the doctor ~ Winding through his lair of intricate grooves ~ Shaking the toes of ground up bones ~ Sliding its trail of colour down ancient stones ~ Cool blood, hot skin. ~ Even when its scales retreat ~ They glow on like a little dragon’s heat ~... Continue Reading →
When~ Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,~ One brushed by a trickster~ The other a guardian spirit~ I took the path I felt had the chance~ Of finding a fox, don’t know why~ But dread drummed like the woodpeckers~ The further I looked down the trodden path~ Those saplings, stretching out their infant arms.~... Continue Reading →
A closed piano has no meaning~ Until it’s opened up to play~ A lid that lifts the morning’s shadows~ Tipping dust like dessert capes~ An open piano finds a harmony~ Like the brace of leaning napes~
Clouded yellow blending into a bramble bush. One of the few things with 'cloud' in its name to paradoxically put a brightener on your day. 'Cloudy lemonade 'also receives that accolade.
He clapped his wings from out the dust~ to reach the cove, the emerald cove~ Crossed the cliffside firing range~ to reach the cove, blue bellied cove~ Sucked the summer’s, brimming colours~ while all was fine, all was fine.~
Why does an orchid appear to dance? ~ It spends many months taking lashings from clouds ~ Then feels the relief from its rolled up fists. ~ Sensing the sun beating down on its cap ~ It opens its limbs like a maid gliding free ~ And why does it appear to sing? ~ It... Continue Reading →
My head tilts like wobbly shelves, yours ~ just floats ~ My bed is tossed on crumpled sheets, yours ~ is barely creased ~ I glare at my chin to scrape it blood dry, while your ~ feathers are placed, ~ feathers cross feathers ~ preened for preening’s sake ~ Avoiding ripples where ripples can... Continue Reading →
