~ Feathers fall in the forest ~

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Feathers fall in the forest,

through the cracks of the early morning sun,

footprints buffered by waves that hit shore- they too fade,

for like seasons that flitter past the underbelly of a tomb, she weathers it all,

weighed down with armour, past the-

obscene feathers glistening with an acid curling of poisoned dreams

Those doors locked shut should never be opened,

the storms of sorrow that pull the corners,

like phantom strings of a ventriloquist’s muse,

marooned on the shipwreck of her youth,

it grows roots, flames that lick the skin of furnished walls,

Porcelain figures, shaken loose from oiled pages kept in shadows

For Hell is here.

Shrouded by grotesque wisps; eye sockets distorted; shattered,

don’t touch – don’t look,

through lantern flames she weaves through the deepest part of night,

whispering with strength beyond the raging of a tempest- ’follow me’,

and reflected beyond the seductive eyes of a devil- you do.

Oyster

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It is the yolk of a pearlescent oyster,

A Viennese swirl baked to a slow caramelisation;

It hurls itself over the broken edges of peaks, smashed like egg shells, sculpted in marble.

The cracked tiles of the village are doll houses in miniature,

you can cut the clouds with a knife, spread it on the plains like a dollop of thick cream.

Molten metal cannonballs shot in rose gold.

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The Life Trail

August 21, 2014Leave a comment

We follow the paint marks on the road like gingerbread crumbs
jellyfish clouds that seep pale seams of sunlight
sweeping along the contours of a drowsy leaf
higher, higher, carried on the soft film of a breeze
like gossamer, to a somewhere, a someplace-
as we battle our ravaging demons

-for a moment of beauty.

Night Market

August 19, 2014August 19, 2014Leave a comment

My exhausted feet wander
pacing tents of aquamarine
vendors haggling their wares
fortune tellers, jade Buddhas and
rows of sparkling jewellery
trinkets to fool westerners with as
I clamp my arm through hers
bargaining with the rest
overwhelmed by colours and lights;
dewy beads of sweat tingle my scalp
as I press through the throng like an undulating wave
faster, like a dancer’s carousel
until we emerge in soaring fields of red
down a side street with dripping air conditioners

-and the dream of cool, fresh air.

Glow

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A kindled flame
consumes the glass house
reflecting two black button eyes
like burnished gold

I dance among the crystal shards
opalescent, sparkling prisms
glistening in starlight
a petal, unfurling.

Sunrise

August 10, 2014August 10, 2014Leave a comment

Bejewelled in the extravagance of dawn,

the light hues dabbled with a palate of gold,

caress the frost of grass with trembling breath,

orange; new born, clipping the shadows of wings,

bringing forth the new day.

Frustration

August 9, 2014Leave a comment

For the shouting will not stop,

lies like maggots that burrow and spawn

the devilish insides of treachery

and broken trust.

Voices; the lava that bubbles, churns and gnaws,

erodes like acid, tears at the shell

and breaks apart the fragments of brick and mortar

and the people within.

Secrecy is the glue that binds,

and honesty a beast in the shifting shadows

that dies a humble death.

Light

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Dancing figures aglow

shimmering in burning starlight

wax dripping

ash like pollen, drifting

paint flecks sewing the night sky

lifting a heart’s wish.

Scent

August 1, 2014Leave a comment

Shiny, bulbous like an alien capsule

with a breathing tube stabbed in liquid

drowning stem of the future

orchard floral scents splitting their leaves

in their undulating waves

crunchy skin splitting beneath your lips

-dripping into a marble.

~ City Streets ~

July 27, 2014July 29, 2014Leave a comment

Stumbling on broken petals of tarmac
The fine contours of my cheeks crack the mould
It washes the dirt from the earth
Its polluted breath
Vomits its secrecy in whiskers of black.

~

~Teacher, Novelist, Bookstagrammer~

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