It’s December 11th. I was be-antlered in the office today – be-antlered, not cornuto. Too soon, everyone said. But it’s Christmas two weeks today, I said. That’s not what we mean, they said, and looked at Kieren.
Eyes closed
Going somewhere nice?
Eyes closed in thoughts I travel
I’m never coming back
From the star the finger pointed
From the star the finger pointed.
Light or lightning leapt the chasm and new life sparked to heartbeat. Energy in the bellied seed became the sapling, the desert oak which stands upon red-sanded rock. Branches spread in shelter, night air now rests soft.
Journeys, arrivals, tables overturned.
And so the life of ever begins, a star, and finger pointing.
Thank you for sending me the photo
Thank you for sending me the photo
the photo of snowcapped mountains
and of you
You are smiling your beautiful smile
Thank you for sending it to me
I just wondered
just wondered
who was holding your phone for you
because that is not a selfie
Youth ran through my fingers
Youth ran through my fingers like water or sand
my hands as dry as late-summer grass
Hands and heart, hands and heart
skin rasps, blood thickens
Love ran through my fingers as youth did
my hands dry, my hands dry
Night draws in
Night draws in its ice-chill velvet curtains
Frayed clouds worn patchwork beyond the trees
If you ever think of me, please say my name
Inverleith Park December
sunlight cold on frozen water
the taste of snow advancing from the east
the moon behind the trees impassive
Good day
He lay on his stomach and rolled the dice at the side of the bed. She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“It’s going to be a good day, Goldie!”
“Don’t be an idiot, Lee.”
He swung his feet round and sat up on the edge of the bed, poised. He rocked backwards, forwards, backwards again then leaped up and landed on the grubby rug. And the dice. He shouted. She laughed. He swore. She laughed some more.
First published on http://www.paragraphplanet.com 24 November 2017
Leaves flash shy
Leaves flash shy undersides
sky-light against the crowding clouds
before the storm silent birds hide invisible:
what should I think of, if not tomorrow?
Somewhere today
Somewhere today two people met and fell in love. We may not know them but the fact they exist makes me happy.
simonsalento 