the rainbow was born
from the shine of love’s light
in your sky blue eyes

It’s the empty spaces
the silence between cars passing
and the ringtones of the phone
that won’t be you

As stars move they trace poems in the sky
constellations of rhymes ethereal.
Many poets look to the Earth for inspiration,
to trees, ocean and meadow flowers.
Yet at night I gaze up at the night sky
and bring my children home.

The doll had been too well loved
and she was broken.
Children prefer teddies nowadays.
You can stick pins in them
and no-one notices.

Silver-blue sleek ocean
Not a ripple upon your glass surface
On golden beaches I discover
fragments of coral,blue sea glass.
spotted shells,eerie twists of driftwood.
This treasure spills from my hands,
all the riches I need.

Cat curl
he unfurls
A black rose
with tiny toes

Each one thorned
and he grows
to a puffball

Sunrise
the alarm goes
Cats day no more
time to curl and snore