clap your hands
and think of me
again for me
I cannot, as yet
but still trying.
clap your hands
part the air
watch the curve
of my eyes
as I wish
for your perfect arms.
clap your hands
accept me
as I miss
yet again
for I will one … Read the rest
who would
have thought
that looking
at our house
from the outside
that there
would be
so many
arguments
going on
inside.… Read the rest
a tallow wand
writing in shadow
free cast the moon
an altar deep
in exceeding shallows
of cold
awakened the night
captured eyes
of the catcher
in steel breath
and iron down
on flighted path
of severed star
and branchless course
to death
in concave line
and tearing tree
collecting … Read the rest
yesterday, our cat
brought home
a small new potatoe
today, a plastic shuttlecock.
now she watches me
from beneath
a canolpy of daffodils
shading the sun
jade green
was this really
the governess of Egypt
so many families ago.… Read the rest
from below
the sky divided
into silent parts,
a master staple
holding the rivers width
and in regret fastens
the land apart
and the day
into hiding,
until passing upward
and from above
sees the evening
in hooped pairs
as the dusk children
steeped in whispers
hold the night
at … Read the rest
no imagery
conceals the pathway
of boundless light
contrasting metaphor
in brillant hues
to sharpen
the crystal
as light in silver
quickens
the shadow
endless
now changing
soft light
whispering gold
embraces
the void
and draws my heart
to its centre
and in stillness
the companion
shines, I am.… Read the rest
the pewtered hills
shine out the morning
and night folds
with tired eyes
as Iron colours
plead for the day
how long, how long
a bowline sky
in stencilled blue
corrects the shadow
of cancelled leaves
as velvet colours
plead for the night
how long, how long
a web of … Read the rest
why is it
that the movement
of your hand
in water
disturbs me
more than
the death
of our child.… Read the rest
because beautiful people
should not be seen to cry
promise, you will never ask me
why I prefer the freedom
of living with words
to the freedom
of living with you… Read the rest
winter snow
against my windows
falling softly
thoughts of May.
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Christmas morning
and melting
into laughter
the snow
on your tongue.
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shading your face
night and day
the haloed moon
draws you
from my fire
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Shattering the stillness
of December fields
the jealous crow
shouting our approach.… Read the rest