This stoney patch
of impenetrable gound
our relationship

if you turn the world
upside down
you will see
a carpet of stars

a rich panoply
of umber and gold
contrasting against
the conifers green
a glorious sight
to behold
one of the loveliest
ever seen

I have two vines

with nodding heads

they look just like giraffes ...

long necks peering in

heads curled up in loops

bitterness
fills her mouth
a paralizing numbness
courses through her veins
as if
shes bitten
a suicide ampoule

the sun pours liquid gold
honey flows through the window
motes ripple
and swim in the stream

skin
a sheen of sweat
cries ring out
sheets
all tangled agony
***** foetid air
contract
cryout
subside
a birthing
no pink and downy babe is this
a mucus clot
a jellied mass
a river of blood and tears
a termination
of what wasn't quite
a tractor passes feeding out
calves for the slaughter
the sun shines
birds sing
all oblivious of anything
a death and life goes on

was a bit hot in somerset today
i sweat
cool breeze off the beach
into the shop
it rains
flowers bloom
men sigh
i cry

well you've done it again
made me feel like ****

is that a natural talent or did you practice  
                                                      ­                           (oh how you've practiced)
you
with your attitude to women
cos they didn't turn out the soft centred
                                                         sweets your so addicted to

so tired  of these power games     (is that what they are....?)

you go away then ph when i'm at work      (you knew that)
then do the same thing AGAIN the next day...!!?

"between you not being home
and the computer"......

?????????

untrue
i've stayed offline
most of the time

in case you phoned..... "sigh"

i knew you would
do what you did
didn't

what is that

dew drop
mirrors all
encapsulating
in miniture
everything
reflected

dead
    seahorse
eyes
    not
   borne on
       waves
             crest
curling pearl
  shells  
      rose gold sand flecks
                                  the desk

did love sculpt me
into twisted form
she the storm
blasting away bark
to reveal form
or
expectations extreme
beyond the norm
causing the storm?

don't confuse
feeling good
with love

Old jewelry box
accepting
of all my broken baubles
for stories told

Your poems
the flame
I scorch

Lead paned windows
beam shafts of coloured light
dust motes floating
spiral upwards
released from
captive carpets
flee

hung in black cobwebs
wrapping the ceilings
hot water cylinder
rusted to usless
old nickle plated
green tarnished teaspoons
food scraps that lurk
on ancient linolium
a sprouting of mushrooms
under the cooker
bin bags all spilling
jumble sale clothing
death a relief
only imagined

Spring sunshine's loving glance
lights a repondant glow
in all things young
but she is not so kind
to the old
where man has been
exuberant nature is evidenced
in decline and decay
riotous hedgerows
unpruned trees
lank lawns
while nature prepares
to don Easter finery
the best you'll get from man
is shabby genteel

A piece of green bottle glass
smoothed by restless oceans
seed pod from the horsechestnut
that shaded summer garden
sixpence stained by christmas pudding
dated 1928
a tiny fossil set in stone
rough to the touch of fingers
old lace from grandmothers wedding dress
now stiff and yellowed parchment

young girl
crosses the road
wearing enough
vibrant
red
lipstick
to stop traffic
she knows
***
has no timetable
many a man
has an appitite
for more than a sandwich
at lunchtime

I'd like a re wind of my life
at a slower pace
where nothing causes any strife
and i turn up the ace
no bumpy road
no sad mistakes
life is all twinnings and
cupcakes
this is my dream
a silly one
no wonder im flat
on my ***

the world removed
a childs world
idyllically drifting with the wind
sloughing off dreary earthbound millstones
free and rising with intense delight

land of no responsibility
except to give in to that burning urge
that prickles up the back of your neck on waking
to be off out running under sun
barefoot as soon as out of sight
adventures wait and time belongs to you
you fish for sticklebacks in a field of golden corn
where farmers wave in anger at the trail to the pond
and take home tadpoles in glass jars on string
breathless at the sight of legs emerging
pick bluebells in the wood for mother
but then arrange them in old tins
in tumbledown cottage the gangs den
scrumping crab apples in overgrown gardens  
never getting that stomach ache all Adults warned of
roaming hedgerows looking for hedgehogs
hoping for signs of any living thing
all long fled at the collective noise you make
catching butterflies to look at their wings
putting crysillis in greaseproof papered jars
to watch them emerge for flight on glistening wings
when you return them to the wild
lifting up old drain pipes to look for slugs to race
not forgetting to put them back at races end so they dont shrivel
basking in hot sun after watching trails of catapillars
whose prickles mother later tweezers out
amidst a small flood of tears because they flame red
having a bath with bubbles then tucking up in bed
drowzy but anticipating  tomorrow is waiting

My body
a carcass
to be sloughed off
in death
like a crab
sheds its shell
or a butterfly
it's chrysalis
finally free

Swallowing
lumps
of desperation
they settle
in my stomach
like bad bacteria

Glorious spring
determined to show
she gives not a toss
for calenders
arrives on her own time

bracelets
around your wrists
ruby drops against white skin
gifts to yourself
testimony to a fragile beauty
they fade

you shine

loneliness
and liberty
I tightrope walk

does
the
butterfly
remember
the
caterpillar

young love
demands perfection
of face, form and intent
old love
stitches together
the frayed
seeing the beauty
in patchwork

gold medallions
spread over the lawn

a lace tablecloth
fit for faerie queen

she has a knowingness
****
sad
old soul
only 19
morned before birth
a corpse before born
a star
she burns
out

I
inhale
a deep breath
not sure
which words
it will carry out

As I plunge the blade towards her heart
She wraps her arms around me
I wrestle her off to plunge again
she clings on tight, fights on in vain
We feint and parry though she stands in one spot
For she is a rose rambler and pruning my lot

minute mirrors
****** clink

against the window

above
my
sink

frozen
rain

destined to shatter

non of this

will
ever
matter

i
dont
want
to
go
now

wind screams at me
sky a swirling vortex
of grey on grey
angry sea churns
all lumpy brown waves

the brilliant hues
of autumn
dripping
from
the trees

piling up
around
their trunks
almost
to
my knees


scarlet red
and
russet brown
form
deep
puddles
on the ground

gold
medallions
from the elm
worth more than
coins of the realm

i did have
a man i didn't know
came up behind talking of queensland
and riding the surf in cyclones drunk
he looked wasted
he was beautiful and so ******* scary weird
it was surreal
yeah it was frightening
he was not though in retro
i was thinking within gates
he was ok
blessed
and benign
gentle
and not quite there
childlike and on the loose
although he was happy striding into the waves
wet jeans and laughing
and who can diss that
under the moon and stars

unless alone
i am a goldfish in a bowl
everyone else
bumps up against the glass

prince of

my dreams

in life
a frog

you really are

a
bane

the prince

a
frog

like other frogs

all

the
bleeding
same

he didn't notice
she was dead
until
the next day

coffee grounds
with a dash of
grapefruit
flowing
thro my veins

Clouds crash
like surf
across metalic grey skies

love
what a ******* disaster
you fall hard and inevitabley
get broken
by the love object
who doesn't love
or
they fall for you too
only when it fades    for them
they seem to accept it
with indifferance
not too much later
turning their eyes to ever younger prettier fresh flesh
happy to tell you what an old interest you've become
and "what else did you expect everyone does it"
well I don't
won't
can't
accept that
why?
it's not as if I am out of touch
with reality
no teenager me
love in spite of that
too intensely
how I wish I could
not love
as much
in love is as lonely   as
out of it
when your in it
alone

eyelashes flutter
like butterflies
under my kiss

Luminous!
she is just luminous
with ready smile
and laugh
no one knows
that underneath
she is dying
on the inside
black as coal
is her soul
my dear
my love
my daughter
always was
destined for slaughter

peony rose
a tight pink fist
will open soon
to whatever
comes

A curtain of mist
is raised
by triumphant sun
then brisk breeze
cues the daffodils
to dance

detached
and
disenchanted
we dance
at  chasms edge

i look for ladder bridges

you
gaze up at
the stars