Lost

November 26, 2014November 26, 20141 Comment

You walk among
the haggard battle scars
of mountainous peaks;
of midnight forests
with black cotton stitches
like crows feet in shadow
and ragged crags that weave-
through the wilderness
in undulating waves
of white thread.

To Flutter

November 24, 2014February 21, 2015Leave a comment

We sit under flags

that dangle like octopus legs-

paddling the air like

astronauts lost in space.

One Day

November 19, 2014November 19, 20143 Comments

green-forest-red-leaves-wide They weave fingers of evergreen,
a canopy to shelter
from the bitterness and cold.
Guardians of nature they close their ranks
as soldiers of symmetry;
the sharpness of colour, blinds me
through the camera lense
unfiltered-
capsules of red as paint dripping
floods the forest
in bursts of joyous stain.

The Forgotten

October 23, 20141 Comment

Purple jewels glow on the hillside,
cat eyes in the dark
guiding headstrong travellers on
-to the ruins by the sea.

The ghosts that roam the valley
are but shells of times long past
yet their spirits linger still
-to the ruins by the sea.

As the stormy skies rumble and
the tumultuous waves roll,
they mourn the forgotten;
the ruins by the sea.

Inspiration #12

October 22, 2014Leave a comment

“If you have good thoughts, they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

~Road Dahl “The Twits”

The Dream

October 22, 2014Leave a comment

I enter into an arena flanked with red
a celebration of which I begin to write-
the words flow like streams, a dream within a dream
pages that blossom, something strong, pure
and fills me with pride.

But as the pages fade and all is no more,
I wake, wishing I could capture my dreams
for is all simply not,
a dream within a dream?

(Edgar Allen Poe inspired)

talking dolls

October 21, 20142 Comments

The insanity of talking dolls,
the lifeless bundle of thread and stuffing,
breathe life just by playing,
giving it a name, making a voice,
moving its limbs. Already it is real,
real name, real expression and then;
it becomes not an ‘it’ but a ‘they’
and when you come home you wonder-
at the way they sit and look out the window.
Because they move all the time-
…..Didn’t you know?

Escape

October 20, 20142 Comments

It waddles through the silt of the marshland,
the salt water seeping into the cavities
like the toothless grin of a sailor;
compressing the sand of years forgotten
under its gentle tread.

Midnight Rose

October 15, 2014October 22, 2014Leave a comment

The turf is ploughed straight like

newly dug graves- surgical, pristine.

They bob in acquiescence,

bringing the gift of rare beauty.

Yellow, soft pink, blood red;

the overpowering

drugged scent that ripens the air,

captivating the senses in the solitude

of a secret garden.

Dance of the Orchid

October 12, 2014Leave a comment

She bobs on a sprightly stem,
pirouetting creature
under shelter of a bitter storm.
Mindful of her sisters’ envy,
she joins the ranks with pride-
an army of maidens
basking in rays of gold.