Leap impala leap ~ as your belly flutters ~ at the slightest quiver of dust ~ Or hair raising rustle ~ Listen impala, hear ~ that detuned muscle ~ that plays in your core. ~ Till strings give ~ Springing you up and ~ Over ~ Clearing the coil of the road and ~ Away... Continue Reading →
I only came to feed the mallards ~ on the murky autumn pond ~ to hear the vested rooks in sermon ~ in the lick of rain drops’ tongues ~ But wait. ~ Who’s that gentleman gliding? Its feathers ~ Blushing, flashing Venetian ~ Pomp, a damson wig that ~ hangs, thick and plump ~... Continue Reading →
When the sea shows its claws ~ I’ll lay like a lava rock, my ~ Back to its sulphurous hiss, ~ Unmoved by its attention-seeking pounce. ~ When the wind sighs in drones of plea ~ I’ll lie with the others of my kind, ~ in a hot pit to bask ~ Hardening my spine... Continue Reading →
When your boot weighs as much as a baby ~ the long tailed tit seems weightless ~ Kissing the sky with its teaser lips ~ to scoop, under a perch with pastry fork feet ~ It adds no weight to the world at all! ~ In fact, somehow, a weight parts ~ Like the sooty... Continue Reading →
I lean over the scratched out windowsill you ~ Fell from ~ Tumbling spirit? ~ Alone ~ Fighting the net of my dream ~ But I think you’re fearless now ~ A roaming beast, ~ Or boy turned wild, hyena child? ~ While here I am ~ Sore in the nest ~ Soothing the marks... Continue Reading →
The red kite whirs in the heights ~ of a famished sky ~ Tilting the rake of its wing, glaring ~ to meet me with eclipsing eye.
As cold bones creak, the pine trees lean for a Breath, in torrents of wind - huffing - rushing down the stack to Grind the timbered teeth of the station deck, Clenched as the nudging bones in those dead-flat cheeks. Flint stricken and dumb, The skeleton hands of the clock strike on and on, in... Continue Reading →
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 →