The night folds close, heavy like cold stone.
She lies beside me, her breath shallow beneath thick shadows,
her hair a black river pooling on white linen,
each strand tangled like roots in dark earth.

Her eyes carry dawn’s first fracture,
a fragile ember locked inside glass,
depths where silence cracks and fires spark,
hopes burning like distant wildfires in wind-swept hills,
ghost flames licking at cracked sky.

Her beauty exhales, a hymn carved from frost and ash,
a steady pulse threading through bone and marrow,
sealing quiet with the scent of old-world smoke
rising slow from cold altars beneath a sky bruised with clouds,
casting shadows sharp as frozen blades.

In that suspended quiet, I hold firm.
I stir awake, as if my core had waited
buried beneath frozen soil,
an isolated flame kindled by hidden storms,
finding its mirror in the fragile blaze of her gaze.

meteorite radiates  z o o o m m i n g  
crashes onto
Three Anchor Bay turquoise
sky dust onto beach white grains
winds sweep cobbled paths profane
a fetus acquires solitary soul lost
womb enlarges posting veins
shine baby blessed shine divine
observation work is thine

platinum pressure paintbrushes
dove hands devilish articulate
Scythian lifetimes past remembered
fast forward ferrolic clocks spun in head
read write and arithmetic dread
chemical interactions drool squiggles
bathe chuckle study laboratory sniggles
grow compete win defeat cry cameos dead
songs atmospheric to be sung, give up dread

pick Robertson berries drink rare ruby wine
justice jugulars delicately combine
smashing glass, meteorite sits silent under
eyelids pink presence fine
explores inner Canaan cobweb caves galore
climbing pineal heights to evolutionary delight  
seer sight ~ peel, poetic heal a temporary deal
before lissom living long there will be no chemical chasing ding-dongs to skip
or stormy interactions to dip acid slips
merely alkaline planetary victories to blip

moonlit meteorite slowly surely suavely
becomes mythic master meteorologist merry
odd spacial morbidities burnt and buried
she solitary eats mashed mussels musing …
crack crack hush hush
zero rush

her dust floats across the Bay’s
now cobalt midnight waters smoothly
ocean floor seaweed entangles slave ship sunk
circular rhodium ring twines coral reefs sung

Trans
                               muta
tion
                                unDers
                                                         T o o d

a   coelacanth   s w i m s   a w a y

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Copyright:GhairoDanielsPoetry&song 2025

there pigeon  l
                               a
                                   Y _
      
blood dripping from  f ~ e ~ a ~t ~h ~e ~r ~s

                          glazed eyes wounded
                               a passerby filed passed
          angry little boy
                                   kicked
venting RAGE    of
                                  L i F e

in a township flat __\_< >

                       bird rolled forward
                      onto railway line
                              |.    |
                              |. |
                              |. |

will to live extinguished                   Ex ex eeeee
                  on its tiny Heart beat   []{}#%^*+=
                      pumping
pumping
                 half-living blood

breathing silent it lay
            eyelids opened in blazing Sun UuuUuNnN                     Son-SuuuunNn
            chicks long past gone    &&&
                seeking their own worms ~~~~
                     in loamy fertile soil    :::::::::
                                             ::::::::::::::::::..
boy mocked with bright
conquering eyes
                              @    @

                     brown irises in wonder
               at  dull dying WILL            will Will die
tried to reach  f
                        e
                    e
                      B
                         l
                  e
              body
with spidery fingers
                              dirt encrusted nails \/ \/

        ran off ~>> repulsed
             a woman died with moist
                 eyes drip
                                 p
                                    InG
                blood…….—————|||||||

an __unnecessary DEATH
she walked             ^^^^                  HOME
questing her                              STAR
                                        
                                *        
                                  *
©GhairoDanielsPoetry

{ “He plunged to the centre, and found it vast.” - Conrad Aiken }


STEEL AND SILK

My love like steel and silk
      cuts through you
            splutters your blood
                watermelon juice down a throat

Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
             for you to **** afresh
                  that you may find your
                                 Godly seed within

My love like dragonflies and bees
       silently landing on stamen or pistils
                alchemising nectar into patterned
                                dust upon transparent wings

Earth rewards my love with morning glory
       steel severs sunflower stems
                  silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
                              pollen stolen in sparkling dew

My steely silken love refreshed
                     from your flowered stickiness


©GhairoDaniels2017

A bowl of broken teeth on cracked wood,
a coat patched from silence stitched by cold hands.
Rain claws the windowpanes with brittle nails.
No dinner waits here
only the slow snap of old bones.

Mold creeps beneath tattered shoes.
Rust bursts through splintered floorboards.
The fridge moans like a priest lost in prayer.

Time crouches low in the corner,
threading needles through a torn shirt.
Outside, dogs gnaw echoes to dust.
The sky holds its breath and lingers open.

This Eid, no lamb walks beside me
only this chest, split like Zagros stone,
veins scorched by the breath you left behind.

No fire feeds these ribs.
What burns here is older than flame
a hunger etched in salt and sinew.

Pomegranate splits in my grip
its flood outlasts both hands or gods,
a red that marks and does not fade.

If the blade must fall,
then let it bury deep
let bone crack with your name,
let the ash remember.

Under the crescent’s cold eye,
I speak no thrones of smoke.
Only your hand
rising from fire,
rough with warmth,
proof that I endured.

The old pine boughs,
Sway, fold, bend,
The sky’s wind tipping them low,
The tips downturned,
In the waving breeze,
But each bough holds,
Against the formidable winds.

When they fold,
The wind tells them to dance,
To sing against the voice of the breeze,
To sway like a flag,
Red white blue,
The colors of an evening sky.

While the boughs refuse to break,
They are just as a prow,
The swerving, pointed-tip of a handsome ship,
Muttering softly against the ocean,
As it carves its way,
Through the deep ocean’s blue-clear-greens.
The pine sits with its old aerial roots,
Its deep nut-brown chest swollen with pride,
Dark green needles catch some air and fly,
Still connected to the old boughs.

The old boughs watch over,
Through the night-morning-noon-evening-night,
Every storm and frost.

The old pine boughs are as great as a grain of sand,
Alone in the deep blue seas,
For no one appreciates that one old pine,
Its boughs each a prow,
For the wind and the rain.

her voice shivered on the precipice.
everything sounded like begging.
i felt it rise like bile but i
swallowed it whole and became a
good little soldier in the line of
fire. left-right-left-left
left-right-left right out that door
and pulled in all directions, feeling the
beginnings
of unraveling.

it feels like sinking.

it feels like the way wet paper
disintegrates
under the weight of
your touch, rends itself more
with each attempt to hold it
together. no, no glue
can fix this, nothing
can fix this now.

but i am a good soldier.

left-right-left-left
left-right-left-left
left-right-le­ft-left
left-right—
screeching, screeching,
jagged and ******
across the chalkboard.

suddenly sprinting, screaming—the kind
that rips out of the hole forming
inside you, landslides and avalanches, the
shriek of stone to rock to dirt.

roadside, arms flailing, trying
so hard to be seen.

𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘺—

suddenly, the sound of sirens.