In the quiet spaces of the day –
A morning’s walk, a garden’s calm, a lapping foreshore’s thirst –
I hear my body thunder.
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 3:55 PM UTC
dried crispy shreds
of stifled hues
and deadened, blunted scent
withered remnants of ephemeral beauty
hope’s loss preserved in dessicated form
watering you with my tears
won’t help much.
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 1:01 AM UTC
Gaily, blithely,
We tread the scarlet fields
Plucking at blooms that star the stone-cursed earth;
Painstaking bursts from frail stems, begot in meagre rivulets,
In barren battlefields of our making.
Important to note the distinction
Between deadheading and slaughter.
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 5:48 PM UTC
Does kindness weave amongst the greying strands
Or do you comb the goodwill in with hands?
My operatic villain, my sweet Djinn
I wish you’d put recycling in the bin
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 3:07 AM UTC
Draw the doorlatch, turn the key;
Stay in your tower, but not with me.
Shake free to pull the chains in tight;
Store tainted objects out of sight.
Wipe clean the traces I have left
As I lie prone, exiled, bereft.
My sickly scent shall still seep through
Cracked window frames, to chasten you;
The odour of humanity
Will swirl with sugar in your tea.
Ants will trail through, borne on their feet,
My broken matter from the street.
I cannot live for your fine ease;
I cannot die from your disease.
Unloved yet loving. Cast aside.
You promised me your heart. You lied.
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 3:00 AM UTC
Power of Love plays so soft, teen feet soon come to halt,
Their hair raised as if charged by some voltaic fault;
Nonchalance swift laid by, I scan quick round the room,
My eyes spark as you stand in dank hall’s schoolroom gloom.
When I see your taut form, my small heart surges forth,
And batters me upwards; my future points North;
But gaze fix’d well beyond, on your lofty prize cocked,
My head wilts once more South, the night’s budding dream rocked.
Against you, against me, I have laboured in vain,
When not here, prospers hope; when here, hope’s crushed in grain.
The slim roots still to come will vault strong through, elsewhere;
But for this cruel first time they are singed with despair.
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 6:13 PM UTC
Your words get caught in reeds within your mind,
Released at random, drifting in the flow;
Cascading, tumbling, jostling as they find
An outlet that will finally let them go.
But oh, my love, what wondrous words they are!
They speak of life’s injustices and slings,
The beauty of a ray of light, a star,
A hummingbird’s light battering of the wings.
I long to twist, dugong-like, in that world,
And snap at thoughts as they go bobbing past;
Construct a pliant reed-raft, water-pearled,
And bear them to a shore where they will last.
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 5:17 PM UTC
I was never destined to be oak
your savage pruning paws
put paid
to
that
but I bore fruit
My Tender Sapling’s Rage Roars In Her Veins
She Shall Not Know The Searing Sting Of Shears
Sep 11, 2021
Sep 11, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC
My mind is a forest. A tiger dwells there.
He burns as he paces to measure his lair.
His flaming flanks trail a meshed veil of cervelt;
His neck is encircled with a twisted belt.
He lopes with a measured and leisurely stride,
His tail thrashes wildly, his eyes blank-shine wide.
The flailing mesh snarls in each close-tangled twig,
Constricting his step as it locks bud-green sprig.
The woven belt tightens around tender throat;
His strength turns to weakness, a tethered scapegoat.
The forest is his, to explore as he will,
Forever impeded; his freedom will ****
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
I may stand straight and proud,
Unwelcome,
A prickling threat to those who venture near;
Reserved and self-contained, the sharded sum
Of childhood spent attaining a veneer.
Yet look beyond the surface, to a heart
That I have cut out night and night afore;
To ease the choke of reminiscence’ smart
And yet, by morning, it is full once more.
Dark wields the blade of fear and of regret,
Despondency and bleakness to excise;
But come the day, my dawning sense is met
With love’s sweet surging, burgeoning sunrise.
Have patience, and my cactus heart will bear
Life-giving sap that heals the cuts we share.
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 1:45 AM UTC