fireworks shook rolling thunder to life
as the moon rose and forked lightning fell
street performers drew expectant crowds
so many stories to hear and to tell
Poetry?
clouds chalk lines
clouds chalk lines in the sky blue sky
the wind has dropped but the palms still sway
the birds are silent
and now the sky is grey
scirocco
from the south the wind
softens biscuits, hardens hearts
open doors, damp nights
the summer is near ending
Silkie
Silkie outgrew the pond.
Once again, under cover both of night and of the tarpaulin over the wheelbarrow, we bumped him down to the sloping sand.
Clouds opened the sky and a grey head appeared in the black mirror waves.
Silkie swam towards the moon, not looking back this time.
Rain ran down
Rain ran down the statue’s face
as it had since the casting, the carving,
the muddled unveiling,
the cheering and booing,
the eventual forgetting.
Rain ran down, uncaring.
now freed
now freed the turtle
swims beneath the lily pads
new friends arriving
La Cutura 11 September 2021
as the world turns
every year is shorter
than those which went before
as the world turns and
returns to tomorrow
I await you golden
breath held in slow heat
on the sea
on the sea
the rain is falling
sweet water softening the salt
one day soon
these showers will pass
Anthropometeo (1)
Whenever the heat reaches an unbelievable peak,
clouds and thunder roll.
The atmosphere is breezeless, breathless,
until souls have cooled and
sky clarity returns.
on the roof 2
icy roof shower
nakedness dodging
the neighbours’ sharp eyes
