It’s winter, and we’re reading,~ You in a sofa corner,~ Me out here on the frozen wash~ water Wobbling at the rims of my eyes,~ Yours reflecting off a cool, dark screen..~ I blink to see in watercolour,~ Brushing print to faintest grey~ When 2 whoopers enhance the page~ Rising, runny white, bleeding~ and sort... Continue Reading →
A sanderling’s feet make the hands on this watch, seem~ idle.~ They wind up the shore as the sea shows its fist, then~ pitter back down when it drags it back in~ And each time they race for a worm in the~ ground~ You wonder:~ Do they know that the hand always comes back around?
In the morning, ~ Sunlight turns the dew of night ~ into stars that jingle bright. ~ In the morning, ~ Bracken rolls its duvet down ~ when the sky reveals its crown ~ turning air blood-orange fresh ~ rousing souls in Beastie’s breath.
Red is the moon ~ In a lunar eclipse ~ Red is your hair ~ When the mornings are crisp ~ Red is the fire ~ That purrs in the fender ~ Though none does red like stag ~ In autumn’s red splendour ~
Sea slashes, sand drags ~ The harbinger cries ~ As the bull rolls in ~ Steel through the waves ~ Tumble of rug up the beach ~ Shaking the cows as planks in a storm ~
Who left the tap on? ~ Who bumped up their bath? ~ Who’ll spot my noggin, while it goes bobbin’? ~ Who’ll turn off the tap? ~
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 →