Seal Etheree

Sleekswimmerfollowingin the boat’s waketurns and dives belowthe swell and wash of waves,leading to the spit where acolony of blubbery bulls,salty sea dogs and expectant cowsbask on a cloudy August afternoon. Frolicking in the wind-whipped foam and spray,playful pups slip In and out of waves,graceful and magical mermaidsuntil they wrestle clumsyseasick bodies ontoshale and gritty sanda […]

The Ballad of the Space Diamond

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #66: All that Glitters   She had the hardness and glitter Of a diamond But her heart had the softness Of a pearl; Under make-up, jewels and furs She was still a little girl, Not a tigress who growls and then purrs. He had money and a rampant reputation […]

On Watching Three Old Drinkers

I wrote this poem over thirty five years ago when I was living in Ireland. It’s my second response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Character Study    And whose are these eyes Sunk in thick-brimming liquid oblivion? And whose are these mouths, Uncontrollable rubber bands Chewing on unspoken words They spit tastelessly back in the glass? […]

Travelling Light

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #113 Image by Unknown   Sharp in the sunlight, Melted snow Of lingering winter Revealed new growth. In the drifting bark Shifting sounds marked The changing of the season: The clamour of skeins of geese And rooks emitting their phlegmy belches As they built a shanty town In […]

Crisis of Friction

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #109 Born in a cluster of stars, The lonely poet offers Her handwritten score To the universe, Spilling her ink-infused sorrow On limestone edifices: A blurry hierogram of verse And perception, A cultural crisis of friction When her soul-drenched work Is read on a Kindle – She feels thrown […]

Abandoned

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sunday Mini-Challenge: Harrows and Hallows   Pernicious parents, Distorted trees split open, Exposing hearts Of writhing tendrils. Throwing swollen limbs akimbo, They abandon mewling saplings To stodgy black bogs and fells, Crinkled as old men’s faces From nightmare tales. Orphans of the environment Forsaken on the craggy […]