Foray

Dark angel,

are you really keeping
your side of the deal?

There’s a mirror between us. 

And in the reflection, a truth,
we can’t quite conceal.

Reclamation. 

Shut down the infernal screen.

Rain starts to fall in my dream
and in the darkness,

You approach in a cluster of light,
coming back, over the hill.

Take care the mirror, wrapped in your cloak.

Birdsong, 2:50 a.m.

Leaves on the tree stream like a woman’s hair. 

Whistle of wind, ship-creak sounds from branches that sway. 

Silver around a passing cloud, revelation in a sepia sun. 

Dart of birds as they leave their shadows behind.

The way the fir tree dances with the wind. 

On the forest, balls of mistletoe, out of reach. 

A gull. Music of wind. Fine shimmer of rain, 

rain at the edge of the wind. 

Ever changing pattern of cloud. 

The wheel of crows… 

Dream in the afternoon, the rhythm of breath. 

Does the dawn come so early? 

Love Letters In The Sand

Relief as the darkness enfolds.

The edge of a strange planet where white waves roll in,
a sheen on the sea, obsidian.

Wisps of milky cloud, bright lights in a flotilla, spangle that delineate the pier. 

The bright lights of the pier are my grandparents.

The sand whitens as I close in on the promenade,
reaches the top of the sea wall, almost buries a bench,
the bunch of red roses still in their cellophane sheath.

Insomnia

The black mirror shatters under the pressure of a goose-lamp interrogation, a wire vessel, dreamscape haemorrhage as the inverted dunce cap scrapes the bottom of the LavAzza can. 

Corpulent envelopes, more stones to slowly burst the creaking ribcage.

sun pours on cobwebs –
a plate bears two silver spheres
in the oak cupboard.

December 13th, 2018, 10:30pm.

Two Approaches

Frigid cavern, white bite morning.
A skeleton yearns for escape, his suit of skin.

Yellow teeth, electric-cable tails,
rats scratch in the attic, claw and tear,
in their desperation for poison.

Meanwhile, rumour reaches the street.

Police cancel leave. 

Rhetoric translates into bare cupboards.

Another man jumps at shadows,
hammer, saw, nail – his own staircase to climb.

December 5th, 2018, 10pm.

Where There Are Feathers

Eyes of horses, pools of secrets
three horses, synchronicity
they lean into one and another

a trinity, reaches the end of the furrow

plough line, wake of earth
turn, rattle of chains
slice and glide of share

and I am so happy I forget myself

sing a song of horses

heavy horses…

press and lift of hoof
fetlock and hock

the lone woman who speeds the plough
face impassive as a chess piece

rein and harness, brass stars

silence

a feather spirals down the sky

corkscrews as she dreams

and the poet reaches the end of a line

December 1st, 2018, 10:15 am.

Ring Road Reverie

Blue siren, cobalt ululation 

duck, drake

in mantlepiece formation

pigeon descent, pollarded tree

leaf, bark

hyper-real

like seeing pebbles

magnified

by the river’s glide

November 25th, 2018, 12pm.

Forest Excursion

Cloudy ride on the open-top bus
wind-swept passengers corralled by protective silver rail.

You, in the front seat,
head tilted, gunmetal sky,
hint of rain, air in splinters

fish-eye view, 

alpine silence in the spiralling trees

19th November 2018, 8pm.

Autumn Dawn

Kelp-light shines down in teleport beams
and from the black maw of the sea cave
the merman rises through the scales,
sonar pulse in aurora red and green. 

On the hillside, above the sea foam
mist shroud, music of the ship’s bell.

Further beyond,
the crow woman – 

finger beat of her bones
black winged diviner,

twitcher of words shot through with silver.

November 10th, 2018, 3:15pm.

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