sun
light on your skin
Poetry?
Northern hemisphere change of season
scaly winter, tortoise-slow and grinding,
devours the meat, the sweet, all it passes over
but as strong hands roll the stone away
life bursts from the splitting seed
and the spring sun is once again resurrected
the song of the strings
the song of the strings brought me to this sticking point
where neither fore nor back is plausible
I sailed I reeled I keeled on the rocky shore
my eyes charmed fast shut
my mind blinded to the future
and still the song continued
as the sun spun round and rose and fell
at the end of the day or perhaps at the onset
I lay exhausted, spent
the song of the strings became me
neck curved
neck curved
eyes cast down
seeking sustenance
or ideas inside
hunger ever present
Stars?
Stars?
What do I need with stars
when you are in my arms
and I in yours?
they lie face to face
they lie face to face
with gravity forgotten
forehead touching forehead
left foot touching right
each waiting silent
for the other to open their eyes
if the brain
if the brain is the locus of thinking
the belly the organ of loss
the heart must be focussed on loving and leaving
approaching mountains to conquer and bridges to cross
Morning walk
chaffinch
robin
wren
few-flower leek
wild garlic
goldfinch
robin
wren
injection
if you could pump my arm full of resilience
my heart hard-filled with hope
I would have no need for medicines
and perhaps again I could love
on understanding real beauty
bee-sting lips drip honey
faux fur purse drips money
me, my pockets are fully empty
but the smile in my heart will never leave me
