On a bright summer’s day in Cologne,the leaves infused with rays of sunlighton a tree-lined street, and quite alone,I was delighted to hear moonlighttumbling from the strings of a guitar.I lingered by an open window, listeningto blue notes above the hum of cars,caught in a dream, like glimpsinga crescent moon through cloud.I leaned against the […]
Tag: Open Link Night
Moon-Shaped
On a frosty night, stars careen, blow themselves to smithereens, and drift like snow in a symphony of moonlight. Play as if about to cry, suffused with inspiration: thrum strings of a moon -shaped guitar, pluck notes like butterflies, bones and birds. Chords have their own tongue. Words are not required, only the silver tunes […]
I, Poet
I need to ease the itch of wordsthat wake me up at night,to sing in a different languagewith imagery and bite. I love to linger in poems whereno other poet has been yet,to feel a smile inside myself when other people get it. The poetichor of a poemcan drive me to distraction,like spring blossom dancingor […]
Heart-Shaped Spud
I give you a humble potato,imperfect and caked in soil,ready to be bathed in clear water,it’s knobbles caressed and cherished. So versatile is the potato,it can be whatever you will,roasted, mashed, fried. To you I offera dish of Dauphinoise – embellished with garlic and cream, sliced potatocheesy with Gruyere, sprinkled with dill,slow-cooked until crispy on […]
Where or When
Things past and presentare linked by a thread and Iam in the middle holding it all together: my little cat and my witch’s hat,all muted colours, greys and browns. The doors are locked,the table is bare,and I can’t let goto read the notepinned to the wall. I would love to ridea little white horsepast a […]
Today’s Sermon
is marsh birdspouring over reeds and a golden plover’srapid wing beats, and the brief shadowsof small wavelets. Today’s sermon isa soft cacophony drifting from trees,cool air and moss. Today’s sermon ismy willpower disintegratinginto iced creaminess, a swirl of sweetness,a little thrill of pistachio. Today’s sermon isknitting a present for my sister in a rich redthe […]
Us
It was the beginning of us,that weather-buffeted cottageby the North Sea, haunted bysaline spectres and seabirds. Out-of-season virgin beaches wereravaged by wind, foot and paw prints.Seal-stalkers button-eyed us wearilyfrom the waves; they seemed to know about teeth-chattering winters spentwatching the carpet rise and watertrickle down rain-blasted walls. Yetit was cockle-warming: the damp, smoky crackles […]
A Magical Paradelle
I have captured the magical glow of rowan berries.I have captured the magical glow of rowan berries.Their crimson-orange is the colour of a robin’s breast.Their crimson-orange is the colour of a robin’s breast.Crimson-orange magical glow is the colour I have.A captured robin’s breast the berries of a rowan. The barrier to enchantment is thus removed.The […]
In a Hotel Lobby
She waits, her legs tucked in demurely,an open book in her hands,but she doesn’t see the words; one eyeis on reception, its counterpolished and bee-wax-scented. Surelyhe isn’t late? The couple on the otherside of the late-night hotel lobbylook married; he stands,coat draped over arm while his seated wifetries to catch his eye. And then the […]
Aqua Aerobics
The calm surface of the pool,disturbed only by sparkles of lightlike fish weaving through ripples,is broken by a flattering of females,women of a certain age wading in,swimsuit clad, smiling and nattering,happy in the wrinkled map of theirbare skin. The music starts, limbs flailand water churns in an endeavourof exercises. Heads bob like sealsamong a symphony […]
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