The Bridge

Meet  me on the bridge Lover, on the water, over the water here in the middle of me This bridge was built for us Lover, to make a wish, a silver wish, and set the gold fish free Follow the arch of colour Lover, under the sun, full of  sun we’ll melt the frozen sea

Dichotomy of Man

    Originally inspired by the poem Monster   Feathers and claws scrabble in the dark.   The sun is a warm distraction but I am blind to my heaven and words hit a dark wall, erected by the king.   I close my eyes And the words spring…   my soul drags itself from beneath the pot of

I AM Grateful For My Breath

    I breathe the coloured air cool like Autumn morning teaspoon in a cup.   A touching clear precision the dawn brings with it, a focus, an esteem of something new; like Womanness.   ‘Womanness,’ he said, just a word, a new word, or more… a strange word, a strange man, but real maybe…..

Backyard In The Morning When Thinking About My Mum

  Blue dog has brown eyes Love is a fact.   Sneaky birds stand tall.   Blue dog sniffs the tree, scratches with her paw, then stretching she turns her attention to froth at the bottom of my cup.   SIGH   Clothes relax on the line   broken gun   just colour now and fluorescent lizard

Words Like Grass

Blades. Words. Tall and tangled seeming free to float, gesticulate and cut! THEN in thoughtless rushing, words like grass push together, leave air wet form a tributary or tendril (with sex or perfume) confuse the mind, flicker the eye and wrap around my finger to create a memory

little bird

little bird with yellow beak sits in empty frangipanni tree perfect it trips and hops is happy i am happy to see this thing….the life, and beautiful COLOUR so inviting that my body wants to die and fall apart to be the bird, the beak and the tree.

Fleeting

    slipping fingers in-between fingers, slender-pink rose light sliding, through a window in my beating heart. i skim the temporary fragrance that is you, the ribbons of connection swallow me in a blanket of love, i savour

The Cave – Forbidden Love

    I hate this ene r g [Y], trying to stay hidden but NOT, instead it flows with friction rough intensit[Y] like a sucking thing…… oh the cave is so warm but I am cold. You pull into me, in some way and my heart L E A P S  the space between us