Riding the Slipstream

 

 

A rudimentary craft

this dragon made of dreams

powered by liquid hope

and clever fools.

Kissing the clouds in a teenage fumble,

sporadic tufts of air sticking to its wings….

There is a trembling sort of certainty

here

a nebulous offering

to the gods of the sky

to the eagle me

that soars below, riding the slipstreams….

and

a bright heart

lit by a flashing emerald wish

to touch down again soon!

 

 

I AM The Wind

I tip my jungle canopy

to

you.

Be

ready

for I will steal a kiss

and relish

it

I am the breezy traveller

my carpet bag

bulges and quivers

with jungle secrets, monkey wishes

and

one

billion

years of joy

a mien of love

a miasma of pain

I am the wind

an imaginary man

travelling

and

unravelling

this land of ancient whispers

Ever Spreading Feathers

 

ruffling

my samson

my delilah

tickling

my eros

my aphrodite

i flew i flew

over shingle slate and thatch

ever spreading feathers

flexing on the wind

catching moonlight

and rainbow prisms

snaking trails of sun

I

the colour of warm flesh

I

the smell of bread

I

the taste of sea

manifesting me

 

 

Delicate Glass

 

 

fine water

a lucid glass

a delicate touch

scented crystal

one tear

one diamond perfume curl of

clear lavender

and

sheer, soft,

in my hand

sweet mound

of

shining

tiny boulders

lucid ……….pure

lu m i n o u s

sand

 

 

Diamond Seeds

 

 

swirling silver

spells

of melting strength

and dulcet colours

I am embraced

ichorous Icarus

mellifluent

serous,

my heart is liquid

a syrup ink

the sun is my face

and with squeezing

ORANGE

air

thick and free

i am kissed!

Translucent diamond

seeds

FLYING IN

to populate this soul

I am CHEST FIRST

to heaven

cleaved, snapped, w r en c h e d

a willing supernova!

 

 

Blue

 

An allegro of angel breath

at midnight,

a tall door in Morocco

opening,

h i s eyes and dragonflies….

The mosque of Istanbul,

silently moving glaciers

in another world.

And the ribbon

that folds

in stretches of silken tongue

from spirit mouth

to land,

an elegant progression….

a cantata of promise….

a jelly bean of surprise!

 

 

 

Talk of Dragons

 

There is talk of dragons

everywhere,

flocking through the sky’s

of yesteryear

and now

their tails flash serpentine,

flickering sapphire gliders…

these dragons

set in stone

following notes

they are music,

made in Indian trees

of China paper

billowing with shine,

fecund with intergalactic knowledge!

Dragon rainbows,

kissing ocre

and wallowing in bottomless green,

firing deep red heat into Australian earth.

Flying snakes of amber and Lapis,

hear me

channel me clear,

path sweet pink,

wash the mothers walls

open the doors and

slide through

to drink from her winding fountain.

I beseech you,

funnel

the

w o r d

and flick raw sugar

from that crystal tipped tongue!