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 →