He felt himself pulled towards her, then saw the heart-shaped hot-sugar scar on her arm. A trap. But the sweetest. His eyes closed.
Sugar
She flinched as she dripped melted sugar on her arm, casting a magical sweetheart spell. The silver spoon shone in the candlelight.
Through the forest
Through the forest in the night blackness they crept in single file. “Turn that torch off!” he shouted, then saw the light was shining from the other man’s eyes.
My lucky number
Three in a bed
Three in a bed
Treble my lucky number
Up the top as high as you can go
Right down the middle, dead centre
Your game
Cromarty 12/08 (2)
Dolphins flip backwards
Gannets plunge beyond the seals
Voices ring from rigs
Cromarty 12/08
Cheese shop window cat
Seagull versus hermit crab
Skiffs pull through the tide
Siesta breakfast
Siesta breakfast
Cool fresh fruit on hot-slept sheets
Life awakes again
Clouds beyond clouds
clouds beyond clouds
charcoal layers far horizon
pewter smeared across, an artist’s chalk
birdsong breaking silence
The Althings sceptre
I grabbed the Althings sceptre, bit the stone from its setting and swallowed. “Don’t worry,” said the guard, “we can wait.”
Heart
Heart of straw, danger of overexcitement and collapse due to too heavy breathing;
heart of sticks, beware of pick-up artists;
heart of stone, resisting all blandishments.
My heart is meat, hot, red. Warm your hands and your own.
