A dense morning fog hides statues flanking the river on both sides and wraps the castle in a shroud, hiding its glory from the small crowd that leaves the medieval town to cross the Gothic bridge of stone. We dodge each oncoming tourist, each phantom emerging from the mist, make our way to a coffee […]
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Waiting for the Wind
The sky above the fields is patched with clouds; the pale and wild blue yonder gapes through ragged holes, wrestling with purple mist to peep, making promises it may never keep. All the while, the green hill’s spine is stretched out on the far horizon, where it meets with heaven smiling at the steadfast grass […]
Elemental
Oh, ageing lioness! moth-eaten and tooth-sore, you’re restrained in a cage. You have lost your fierce roar and the fire in your eyes has burnt down to embers. The lush savanna grass turned to dust in your claws. The monkey from your back picks gristle from your jaws, and sings a lullaby each night between […]
Theoretically
We harvested the fruits of muddy shores, watched millions of diamond sparkles on the crests of ocean waves before we turned our eyes to space. It startled us and left us wanting to know more about what lies beyond the darkness, titillated and tempted to explore. Still we must overcome hurdles while our feet are […]
After Sunset
It’s as late as afternoon can get, the in-between time, when the light is low and golden on the brink of night, and the horizon is haunted by the silhouette of a spiny hawthorn tree blossoming white. The witch of Beltane protects us from the bite of vampires and other creatures of darkness, yet allows […]
Poetry as a Cry in the Dark
I call out to you in the dead of night. Dawn seems so far away. Enlightenment is shrouded in shadow. A moment of solitary despair. A moonbeam of ecstasy and words appear. The hoot and screech of owls pivot the changing light. Even a poet feels the weight of sleep heavy on her eyes, when […]
Only a Dream
She longs for clandestine meetings in the middle of the night; moonlit, shadow-filled secret trysts are always fleeting. She’s left crying for more substance and feeling dissatisfied with the hoots and screams of owls, the cobweb caresses of the ghosts in the corner arousing only small emotions – compared to the great love of which […]
I’m your little snow globe
Inside the roundness of my orb is a beach hut the colour of the sea, not grey as you’d expect on a wintry day but an optimistic shade of jade. There’s snow on its roof and sand at its base, a perfect place to write or watch the stars come out at night. I sit […]
Into the Sea
We are crumbling, eroding into the sea with our pigmentations of blue, brown and green, accompanied by a withering wind and scent of rain. Dithering on mouldering marsh and […]
Humming into the Wind
Through sullen branches of ancestry, a deadened wind soughs a song of loss. Straggling souls skim the trees in skeins towards an ancient rookery to caw themselves to sleep. They echo through insomnolent dreams, but silvered by moonlit poetry I hum against the windy wings, through a mouthful of mouldering leaves, and the succubi of […]
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