honour honour from a sadness drowned the fortune’s choice drink drink of redemption’s tears the shadow’s light hold hold onto the spindle’s prick the satin drape cherish cherish of wishes cast the cloven past gaze gaze into a future dark the crystal bright take take with bones bleached life the hope chest filled kiss kiss…
Everywhere
“There!” A landing spot a picnic park warm rock upon to roost. Here Gather the sky against a quickening heart a take off drop. Where Emptiness fills a horizon premonition of loss. Somewhere iron holds the weight present forged a forever palimpsest. Nowhere an emptiness thoughts drift to a centre free. Everywhere a salvation bought…
anthropomorphic
the fog stands wet upon the crumbling cliff reaching for its home the dandelions bend into their wasted selves flagging a season done the fescue weaves the earth into the land setting the dining table the scanning sentinel watches over the world marking life’s moments. I watch the wildness of an island alone dripping hungry…
Seasons Still
Warm – reflections – crystals in the sun Death – life – seasons still. ∞ Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The…
Ekadent
Ekadent the child in her unwinds the wool of words solitaire hummingbirds hover as she plays upon a butterfly table history bookworm devours the unbroken spines of libraries cookies a girl-guide hand reaches into depression glass friendship pilgrims ring brass bells through the Oregon grape trumpets big band jazz carpets lazy story-telling afternoons grammar disciplines…
Leftovers
Fortune was the recipe — or fate — it depended what was undercover in the fridge leftover from the week past. Tupperware containers half-filled last with remnants of meals: a roast of Dad’s beef sad butter crusted beans some old tomato dyed cold spaghetti some gravy for sauce. Tossed together my Mother of invention added…
Quills
Dip a sharpened quill into the bluest ink of time and link it when then drink it now. Draw forth the weather’s breath through walls Nasrid built and exhale princes, all, are bid adieu measured now for red yellow red. Abdicate the past, passed caliphate and amir, proclaim an indigo crown to roost and rule…
Dense
It was our honeymoon — but in this case, it wasn’t the honey of the moon we sought. It was the elixir of the sun which drew us to Spain and to the Rioja. Landing in the land of wine, we took our accommodation in a history-drenched Parador in Santo Domingo de la Calzada —…